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I think it’s over now, I think it’s ending
I think it’s over now, I think it’s ending
There is sometimes a later secondary phase
I have been told that sometimes it can last for days
The future just reflects the best
Reality is only temporary, reality is only temporary
A process imitating things that went before
Without a satisfying answer anymore
But summer winds have come and gone without a flaw
At the dawn of an ordinary Sunday
I remember the taste of you
Sweet in my mouth, late... late in the year
I think it’s over now, I think it’s ending
I think it’s over now, I think it’s ending
A trip that doesn’t need a ticket or a bed
All kinds of thoughts are running up and down my head
And everything is smelling sweeter than a rose