| She, was my first ever love
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| She, was my first breath of summer
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| She, was my first taste of spring
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| The first, taste of wine, I remember
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| She had the summer in her eyes
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| She was the promised kiss of springtime
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| She had the touch of warm July
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| We were in love and she was mine
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| She had the summer in her eyes
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| She was the promised kiss of springtime
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| She had the touch of warm July
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| We were in love and she was mine
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| She, gave my first, kiss of pain
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| She, was my first dark November
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| She, was my first drop of rain
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| The cold, icy wind, of December
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| But, she had the summer in her eyes
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| She was the promised kiss of springtime
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| She had the touch of warm July
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| We were in love and she was mine
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| She had the summer in her eyes
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| She was the promised kiss of springtime
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| She had the touch of warm July
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| We were in love and she was mine
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| She had the summer in her eyes
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| She was the promised kiss of springtime
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| She had the touch of warm July
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| The smile of love, and she was mine
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| She had the summer in her eyes
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| She was the promised kiss of springtime
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| She had the touch of warm July
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| The smile of love, and she was mine |