When a summer turns to snow And you're in love once more The memories pass your eyes Like treetops from a train You watch them slip away And helplessly you try To catch one in your hands A souvenir of love To prove that you were there Were there at all Once you memorized a night The shape of every cloud The pattern of the stars The color of the moon You memorized it all But now it's gone As if it never was No souvenirs to show When summer turns to snow
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