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Sand in hair
Cold wind across the water
I, a child
You, an old man
My grandfather

Roaring motors
Buzz over the distance
Our sunglasses
Hide our eyes
As we take off

Top of summer and
Still awaits the freedom
Gold beneath the sun

And I wanna learn from you
About flowers
And trees and
Animals and summer breezes

On we pass through these years of golden freedom
I turn cold and
Your back hunches over
It's like the old sage said
“My dear don't cling to
The sunny days that came and went in golden freedom”

Top of summer and
Still awaits the freedom
Gold beneath the sun

And I wanna learn from you
About flowers
And trees and
Animals and summer breezes (repeat)

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