Umbrella'd walks through the misty rain
In the small morning hours before catching our train
Two or three summers before these times are gone
Change comes fast and we move along
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Remember All The Summers
Umbrella'd walks through the misty rain
In the small morning hours before catching our train
Two or three summers before these times are gone
Change comes fast and we move along
For me, though, as the poets say
Time has frozen an eternal day
Long from now I can be there then
For all those hours will always have been