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| C#m7 | F#9 | F#7 | a | cross the | sea | |
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| C#m | Ab+ | It | lingered | there to |
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| Bm7 | B | B7 | and | walk with | me | |
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| F#m7 | B7 | F#m7 | All | summer | long we | sang |
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| B7 | E | A9 | a | song and | strolled in golden | sand |
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| B | Abm | C#m7 | | Two | sweethearts | |
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| F#7 | Bm7 | C#m7 | F#7 | | and the | summer wind | | |
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| B | Bm7 | Like | painted | kites, |
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| Adim | Ab7 | the | days and | nights |
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| C#m7 | F#9 | F#7 | went | flying | by | |
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| C#m | Ab+ | The | world was | new |
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| F#m7 | B7 | F#m7 | B7 | Then | softer | than a | piper | man, |
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| E | A9 | one | day it called to | you |
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| F#7 | Bm7 | Ab7 | | to the | summer wind. | |
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| Bdim | Bb7 | the | winter | winds |
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| Ebm7 | Ab9 | Ab7 | have | come and | gone | |
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| Ebm | Bb+ | And | still the | days, |
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| Ebm7 | Ab9 | the | lonely | days, |
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| Abm7 | C#7 | Abm7 | C#7 | And | guess who | sighs his | lulla | bies |
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| F# | F#m6 | through | nights that never | end |
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| C# | Bbm | Ebm7 | Ab7 | | My | fickle | | friend, |
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| C#m7 | Ebm7 | Ab7 | the | summer wind | | |
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| C# | C#m7 | Ebm | Ab7 | The | summer wind | | | |
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| C# | C#m7 | Ebm | Ab7 | C# | The | summer wind | | | | |
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