August
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Through the seasons
Baby, some things dont chance
A dozen yellow roses
And the sound of your name
Days and years slip through our fingers like sand
Well I still need you, I still love you,
With everything that I am
Baby, some things dont chance
A dozen yellow roses
And the sound of your name
Days and years slip through our fingers like sand
Well I still need you, I still love you,
With everything that I am
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