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From the East |
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A cold wind blows |
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Across the evening lawn |
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Summer is surely on its way |
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Midnight will ask you once again |
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With words unwary |
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Does it steal your breath away? |
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In the shadows of the silver tree line image |
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Of the high |
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Skyward brilliance left above |
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To hone each sparkle in the sky |
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We're dancing softly to the songs |
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That may just save us from our doom |
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Summer gardens are the scene |
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As we fall into them and loom |
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Through the deepest cavern hearts |
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Of crying bravery |
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Opens the sight's eternal beautiful |
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Majestic shadows in the night |
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They have us crazy |
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Painting themselves against the lights |
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Seeing an end to an endless strife |
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I'm crawling out full heart |
