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Last Night - words & music by ron leary
We met in spring while leaves were unraveling A bright, bright green.... Into your eyes is like I’m staring into the site Of a northern sky....
All the trays are shuffling a dance To the pounding of our feet We’re just savouring one last night We won’t contemplate until later
All summer long record temperatures as we climbed along Each body and mind.... We whiled away down by the lake the waves did break Exposing all truth....
All the trays....
A chill does bring the end to a summer holiday We’re packing south.... And the final day it’s unspoken but we’re parting separate ways We keep things light....
All the trays....
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