Summer gone
To leave oneself to the games of fate
As the sun breaks over the dawn
The confides of what is to hate
And washes the summer gone
Fate, gone
Hate, gone
To a place
The summer gone
As the sands of time fall away
To a place where redemption meets soul every day
To leave oneself to the games of fate
As the sun breaks over the dawn
The confides of what is to hate
And washes the summer gone
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The summer gone