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Summer calls me dreaming
through the warm dark night to the starry heavens where my dreams take flight; 'Come with me my lovely and together we will fly along the milky way to the moon high in the sky, There we'll softly wander Through the crystal night 'Til the chariot of morning Opens up our eyes.'
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