Somewhere in the distance I can hearA tune sweet and wistful a whispered airIn the arms of a soft breeze 'cross these desolate downsAs evening approaches when summer is young And next comes the silence in the wake of the dayThen emptiness follows in darkness conveyedOn the wings of a soft breeze to these desolate downsAs the night settles in when summer is young But life itself will reawake to the footsteps of the dawnThe breeze now bears its silver raysThe earth lets up a yawnReceive that breeze with all your soul and maybe you will hearA wistful summer air
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