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Summer Sunny day, once the wind blew warm
and the light circled round the sun I saw like a crown
you could feel it in the air, like a not so distant storm
and the silent pause in the wind it seemed
left a magical sound
Summer sunny day, once the wind blew thorns
and the world had seen a better day all around
you could feel it in the air, like a not so distant storm
and the days once lost but still recalled can be found
Once the fiddler paid, but once was not enough
was all who cornered his misfortune yelled
the fiddler took the blame, the crowd had called his bluff
when all was lost the verdict came to the silence of the crowd