Beach day, July walks away
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Without goodbye, turns its back
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It keeps fleeing, on the clock's edge
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Night arrives, dressed in memories
And I write in my desolation
31 stories like every year
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July will come back next summer
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Like spring in the middle of the year
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July will come back next summer
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Days pass, at a snail's pace
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But thanks to July the wait is light
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Like foam of waves over the sea
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31 stories like every year
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July will come back next summer
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Like spring in the middle of the year
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July will come back next summer
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31 stories like every year
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July will come back next summer
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Like spring in the middle of the year
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July will come back next summer
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July will come back next summer
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July will come back next summer