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                     Summer's almost over.

                 The weather's getting colder.

                    The year's getting older.

                As a tear runs down my face.

            I, so much am going to miss this place.

          I walk one more time through this summer home.

               So, I'll be all alone.

                     There won't be any smiles.

          The beach and I, apart by many miles.  I cry.

           It will be out of reach, I fear until next year.

                I'm back to my other life.

             Sometimes, it cuts me like a knife.