Apollonia Saintclair 896 – 20190822 Le songe du cryptozoologue (The last day of summer)

Summer’s almost gone
Summer’s almost gone
Almost gone
Yeah, it’s almost gone
Where will we be
When the summer’s gone?

Morning found us calmly unaware
Noon burned gold into our hair
At night, we swim the laughin’ sea
When summer’s gone
Where will we be
Where will we be
Where will we be

Morning found us calmly unaware
Noon burned gold into our hair
At night, we swim the laughin’ sea
When summer’s gone
Where will we be

Summer’s almost gone
Summer’s almost gone
We had some good times
But they’re gone
The winter’s coming on
Summer’s almost gone

The Doors

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