Once there's summertime,
Like a reason with a rime
- Each is off its prime!
Sun comes new to bless,
Each day when shadows are less
- Dark again repress!
Summer is still ours,
Dreamy days and morning hours
- Withering flowers!
Night and day are young,
In my dream and inspired song
- Difference among!
Day to night’s coming,
Darkness the sky's fingering
- To sleep preparing.
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