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What a joy to be kissed by the breath of the wandering wind
What a joy to be somebody new when you shed your skin
What a time to be young
And searching for truth
In the fading of the summer
And the twilight of your youth
What a joy to be held in the arms of the rolling waves
What a joy to be bathed in the light of the golden days
What a time to be young
And searching for truth
In the fading of the summer
And the twilight of your youth
And when the days grow short my friend
And summer turns to fall
I'll be with you in the end
Anytime
Anytime you call
What a joy to be touched by the hands of the rising moon
What a joy to be lost in the words a a haunting tune
What a time to be young
And searching for truth
In the fading of the summer
And the twilight of your youth
In the fading of the summer
And the twilight of your youth
