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It was the third of JuneOn that younger dayWell I became a manAt the hands of a girlAlmost twice my ageAnd she came to meJust like a morning sunAnd it wasn't so muchHer words as suchAs the way they were sungIt was the way they were sung
DesireeOh, DesireeThere I was foundBy the sweet passion soundOf you loving songTime was right, the night was longRemember, DesireeOh DesireeSomehow I knewI could only have you'Til the morning lightIf only for that single nightSweet Desiree, you made it right.
Then came the fourth of JuneOn that sleepless nightWell I tossed and I turnedWhile the thought of her burnedUp and down my mindFor she was there and goneWithout one regretBut she continues onLike the words of a songI could not forgetI could not forget
DesireeOh, DesireeThere I was foundBy the sweet passion soundOf your loving songTime was right, the night was longRemember, DesireeOh, DesireeAnd though somehow I knewI could only have you'Til the morning lightThe night was long, the time was rightDo you remember, Desiree
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