Gert Strydom (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)
At times I think of that summer (cavatina)
At times I think of that summer with you,
about how very happy we were then.
brings me back to a time now forgotten,
had formed between us, some call it love,
it is something that no one can remove.
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