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Going, Going, Gone
The last days of Summer are nearing I hate to watch them as they go Now I must start to really think About the ice, wind and the snow Somewhere in between, Fall will arrive And leaves I again will rake So goodbye my sweet friend Summer I just can't catch a break No more lemonade by the poolside Only shades of Fall and colder days Why can't Summer last all year long? Why does it have to leave me in this haze? So farewell dear friend, ta ta, goodbye Your warmness I will surely endear Oh, wait a minute, I forgot You.ll be back again next year.
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