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Autumn and Friday the winds blew
July, September, I knew you
And now I sit on the sand hill
I sing our song to the sea
August, October Mid-April, November, May
Beckoning hands made you fly I cry, its curtains today
In August, October the grass grew
The sky was blue and I want you
Now as I look out my window
I see the world carry on
August, October Mid-April, November, May
Beckoning hands made you fly I cry, its curtains today
August, October Mid-April, November, May
Beckoning hands made you fly I cry, it's curtains today
I cry, its curtains today, I cry, its curtains today
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