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| Bm | F#+ | It | lingered | there to |
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| Am7 | A | A7 | and | walk with | me | |
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| Em7 | A7 | Em7 | All | summer | long we | sang |
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| A7 | D | G9 | a | song and | strolled in golden | sand |
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| A | F#m | Bm7 | | Two | sweethearts | |
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| E7 | Am7 | Bm7 | E7 | | and the | summer wind | | |
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| A | Am7 | Like | painted | kites, |
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| Gdim | F#7 | the | days and | nights |
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| Em7 | A7 | Em7 | A7 | Then | softer | than a | piper | man, |
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| D | G9 | one | day it called to | you |
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| E7 | Am7 | F#7 | | to the | summer wind. | |
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| Adim | Ab7 | the | winter | winds |
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| C#m7 | F#9 | F#7 | have | come and | gone | |
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| C#m | Ab+ | And | still the | days, |
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| C#m7 | F#9 | the | lonely | days, |
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| F#m7 | B7 | F#m7 | B7 | And | guess who | sighs his | lulla | bies |
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| E | Em6 | through | nights that never | end |
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| B | Abm | C#m7 | F#7 | | My | fickle | | friend, |
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| Bm7 | C#m7 | F#7 | the | summer wind | | |
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| B | Bm7 | C#m | F#7 | The | summer wind | | | |
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| B | Bm7 | C#m | F#7 | B | The | summer wind | | | | |
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