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Crimson summer sky |
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sundown has come |
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trees cloaked in shadows |
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what would I find beyond? |
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As I'm watching, thinking, waiting for the night to fall |
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could I only turn the time |
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could I stop this moment |
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Grey summer sky, |
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the trees swing softly |
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come summer rain |
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and kiss my skin |
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tears in my eyes mingle with the raindrops |
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warm winds blow my face dry |
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yet, still I cannot see |
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From the woods I hear my name |
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passions of summer-time |
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I follow the whisper |
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enthralled by the magic |
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Tell me secrets |
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the life-blood of nature |
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but underneath the green moss |
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their traces disappeared |
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Oh, what I see, what I feel |
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Oh, could it be a memory? |
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or is it mere fantasy? |
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Hide away the pain, |
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when no words could ever explain |
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Midsummer night |
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bewitched by the light |
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at solstice fires |
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the wheel burns bright |
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Join the dance, celebrate the peak of life |
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Cast away the reality that |
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the fall has begun. |
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Summer will pass |
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but the sun shall return |
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summer nights will be |
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but how many more to see? |
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While I'm watching, breathing |
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taken by the summer air |
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The vision may still be |
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the moment's gone forever. |
