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When that fat old sun in the sky is falling
Summer evening birds are calling
Summer sunday and a year
The sound of music in my ears
Distant bells, new mown grass smells so sweet
By the river holding hands
Roll me up and lay me down
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling
Summer evening birds are calling
Children's laughter in my ears
The last sunlight disappears
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