| | SPOKEN:
You know, I've never been as happy as I was that morning
We were walking along the beach a little like this one
It was a rare kind of autumn day that you only find in North America
Over there they call it "Indian summer"
What it was just our summer
And I can see you now in your long dress
Looking like a beautiful water-colour
And I can remember what I told you that morning
A year ago
A thousand years ago
Think of me, when this is just a memory,
Will you still belove in me
When the summer is gone?
All my life the taste of you will fill my life
Even when the summer is gone...
SPOKEN:
Today I'm far away of not-autumn morning
But it's almost as if I was there.
I'm thinking of you. Where are you? What are you doing?
Do I still exist for you? I'm like a wave drawn by the moon
Slipping back on the sand, remembering high tides
Remembering the happiness in the sun shining over the sea
A thousand years ago
Or was it just last year?
Think of me, when this is just a memory,
Will you still belove in me
When the summer is gone?
All my life the taste of you will fill my life
Even when the summer is gone... |
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