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| F#m7 | B9 | B7 | | a | cross the | sea | |
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| F#m | C#+ | | It | lingered | there to |
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| Em7 | E | E7 | | and | walk with | me | |
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| Bm7 | E7 | Bm7 | | All | summer | long we | sang |
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| E7 | A | D9 | | a | song and | strolled in golden | sand |
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| E | C#m | F#m7 | | Two | sweethearts | |
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| B7 | Em7 | F#m7 | B7 | | and the | summer wind | | |
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| E | Em7 | | Like | painted | kites, |
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| Ddim | C#7 | | the | days and | nights |
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| F#m7 | B9 | B7 | | went | flying | by | |
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| F#m | C#+ | | The | world was | new |
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| Bm7 | E7 | Bm7 | E7 | | Then | softer | than a | piper | man, |
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| A | D9 | | one | day it called to | you |
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| B7 | Em7 | C#7 | | to the | summer wind. | |
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| Edim | Eb7 | | the | winter | winds |
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| Abm7 | C#9 | C#7 | | have | come and | gone | |
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| Abm | Eb+ | | And | still the | days, |
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| Abm7 | C#9 | | the | lonely | days, |
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| C#m7 | F#7 | C#m7 | F#7 | | And | guess who | sighs his | lulla | bies |
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| B | Bm6 | | through | nights that never | end |
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| F# | Ebm | Abm7 | C#7 | | My | fickle | | friend, |
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| F#m7 | Abm7 | C#7 | | the | summer wind | | |
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| F# | F#m7 | Abm | C#7 | | The | summer wind | | | |
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| F# | F#m7 | Abm | C#7 | F# | | The | summer wind | | | | |
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