T'was a hot summer evening, Anita laid eyes on Ben
But summer's gone now, and so is their kiss
The only witnesses left are my paper and pen
Let me tell you what happened, from conflicts to bliss
T'was a hot summer. And now, touch my hand
Let me give you my book. Here, turn a page
Being Apart From Love is hard to withstand
Here are Ben and Anita... Let them take stage
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