This summer sun that burns me so
is dimmed by your mischievous smile.
And though its bright and all aglow
there may as well be rain.
For when you are not near the world is cold
And my heart feels a longing pain.
is dimmed by your mischievous smile.
And though its bright and all aglow
there may as well be rain.
For when you are not near the world is cold
And my heart feels a longing pain.
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