SUMMER IN THE CITY

summer in the city passes slowly
tales of misty eyes and sad love affairs
and julie waits by the river smoking her dreams that she'll never see
there's no beauty in her smile anymore
there's no beauty in her smile
julie dreams of days so long ago forgotten
when jesters on their flutes would play a merry tune
and courtesans would attend her
taking her to the kingdom of the white king on the hill
here to sit at his right hand
there to sit at his right hand

stay by to what you have for what you have is nothing
save the sunlight shining in your hair
and all the colours of the rainbow
can never hide the tears falling from your eyes
there's no magic in your smile anymore
there is no magic in your smile

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