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I missed the fair again this yearThat makes twoNo ride atop the greasy Ferris wheel with anyoneIt ends up OctoberWhere everything starts for meI waited for her to see for the third timeAnd thank God, she's wearing the same shirt againAnd as strange as she wasThat made her so familiarThat newness would brighten my lifeAnd these are the last days the sun will shine before winterThe last time to warm our faces for half a yearAnd I keep missing no one to wait forI keep missingAnd thank God she's wearing the same shirt again From Letras Mania