Uploaded August 2017 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago

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Lyrics:
Summer days were just a magazine, a magazine
A magazine…

Cutting grass for gasoline, for gasoline
So i can see ya soon…

Fall swooned
Left me drunk in a field
Dandelion wine for a year

And i packed up the dust
Of all that i owned
Handkerchief hung from a pole

I rolled out the day that the apples fell…