每日一歌 Season in the sun

Penguinchen

Is there someone who can help to attach this song? Thanks a lot!
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, J5 X% `# F% U; r3 qYears before when I first heard of it, I love it until now. And it is a good surprise that Paris Spring, the marriage photographer, made this song as the background musik of my DVD. Well, the content with saying "Bye bye" doesn't really fit for marriage photos, but it tells me to cherish.
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5 _8 s. @" k' Q, u) M4 w+ yHere it the text:
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SEASONS IN THE SUN
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. t! `; y  U2 O1 l+ ZGoodbye to you, my trusted friend,
3 Z- B  O" B* I( N1 r' c1 ?7 Gwe've known each other since we were nine or ten;
* ~( }* v4 \4 f- s# P. ]; |together we've climbed hills and trees,
* c- K/ r2 g" S' m4 t1 {8 ]/ v$ \learned of love and A-B-C`s,
skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.

1 R6 O. ~$ g/ Q0 H% AGoodbye my friend, it's hard to die,
% M! Q4 E- i1 t: B% @3 i5 jwhen all the birds are singing in the sky;
now that the spring is in the air,
pretty girls are every where;
think of me and I'll be there.

9 W  V1 j! u1 N% qWe had joy, we had fun,
we had seasons in the sun;
, d- {" m& B1 q8 x; U( ?$ Nbut the hills that we climb
were just seasons out of time.
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# D, S5 G+ e9 lGoodbye, Papa, please pray for me,
# S) [! r0 X$ U3 d% U6 tI was the black sheep of the family;
2 |+ E5 D8 N5 O1 J: Y9 \you tried to teach me right from wrong,
too much wine and too much song,
8 O$ C5 M4 c7 {7 }' o- Cwonder how I got along.

Goodbye, Papa, it's hard to die,
: K' K+ R6 G: Twhen all the birds are singing in the sky;
3 f& X4 a; K1 rnow that the spring is in the air,
little children every where,
when you'll see them, I'll be there.

1 p$ Z* a9 _; _4 RWe had joy, we had fun,
3 r8 I6 H* E; e" w- ~$ s  Mwe had seasons in the sun;
but the wild and the song,
0 j3 D# L4 t- Alike the seasons have all gone

: x" l. T6 v! L3 RChorus:
Goodbye, Michelle, my little one,
you gave me love and helped me find the sun;
and every time that I was down,
7 \0 v# d& e: ^* t) M3 E; r7 oyou would always come around
/ E3 _( R* `) T9 q2 f% n0 Uand get my feet back on the ground.

8 Y$ S3 {+ F8 J3 C9 UGoodbye, Michelle, it's hard to die,
* T% U- L0 d# {3 Bwhen all the birds are singing in the sky;
5 \2 B3 v# m+ b; k6 s; J" onow that the spring is in the air,
with the flowers every where
I wish that we could both be there.
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- T9 Q  K) d5 a4 J% W+ h0 T* gWe had joy, we had fun,
we had seasons in the sun;
but the hills that we climb
were just seasons out of time.

1 D7 |" k% H- e. w6 GWe had joy, we had fun,
we had seasons in the sun;
but the wild and the song,
like the seasons have all gone

1 T& r) g" W4 h) ]. D; BAll our lives we had fun,
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But the stars we could reach
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