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When the summer nights have gone

I'm on my own again

The winter days begun

My mind is on the run

No sight of you again

And now the leaves are falling

The short dark days are calling

You'll be going home

As the summer sun draws close to fade

It's cold while I sleep

And now the leaves are falling

The short dark days are calling

You'll be going home

All the flowers are closing

The thoughts of you unfolding

You'll be flying home

You'll be flying home

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You'll be flying home

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My life's gone away

It's cold where you laid

My life's gone away

It's cold where you laid

My life's gone away

It's cold while I sleep

It's cold where you laid