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| Ebm7 | Ab9 | Ab7 | a | cross the | sea | |
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| Ebm | Bb+ | It | lingered | there to |
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| C#m7 | C# | C#7 | and | walk with | me | |
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| Abm7 | C#7 | Abm7 | All | summer | long we | sang |
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| C#7 | F# | B9 | a | song and | strolled in golden | sand |
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| C# | Bbm | Ebm7 | | Two | sweethearts | |
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| Ab7 | C#m7 | Ebm7 | Ab7 | | and the | summer wind | | |
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| C# | C#m7 | Like | painted | kites, |
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| Bdim | Bb7 | the | days and | nights |
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| Ebm7 | Ab9 | Ab7 | went | flying | by | |
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| Ebm | Bb+ | The | world was | new |
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| Abm7 | C#7 | Abm7 | C#7 | Then | softer | than a | piper | man, |
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| F# | B9 | one | day it called to | you |
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| Ab7 | C#m7 | Bb7 | | to the | summer wind. | |
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| C#dim | C7 | the | winter | winds |
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| Fm7 | Bb9 | Bb7 | have | come and | gone | |
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| Fm | C+ | And | still the | days, |
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| Bbm7 | Eb7 | Bbm7 | Eb7 | And | guess who | sighs his | lulla | bies |
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| Ab | Abm6 | through | nights that never | end |
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| Eb | Cm | Fm7 | Bb7 | | My | fickle | | friend, |
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| Ebm7 | Fm7 | Bb7 | the | summer wind | | |
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| Eb | Ebm7 | Fm | Bb7 | The | summer wind | | | |
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| Eb | Ebm7 | Fm | Bb7 | Eb | The | summer wind | | | | |
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