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The Door Into Summer
With his fools gold stacked up all around him
From a killing in the market on the war
The children left king midas there, as they found him
In his counting house where nothing counts but more
Chorus:
And he thought he heard the echo of a penny whistle band
And the laughter from a distant caravan
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
Fading through the door into summer
Well, its travel onto maybe next year s places
As a trade-in for a name upon the door
And he pays for every year he cannot buy back with his tears
As he finds out theres been no one keeping score
Chorus...
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