Summer smears its hot constitution
over every available landscape,
Nothing resists its searing imprint:
trees, dreams, polished gems, lakes,
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Summer smears its hot constitution
over every available landscape,
Nothing resists its searing imprint:
trees, dreams, polished gems, lakes,
the ravine in the south, a passing comet.
- - - - - -Such a wonderful picture of Summer Season!
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Summer smears its hot constitution over every available landscape, Nothing resists its searing imprint: trees, dreams, polished gems, lakes, the ravine in the south, a passing comet. - - - - - -Such a wonderful picture of Summer Season!