Twilights of summer night,
Sparkling stars are falling;
Futures seem always bright,
Eager they are calling.
Give me roses so sweet,
Everlasting in our hearts;
I need no trick or treat,
Or love that never starts.
Northern lights and winter ways,
All are now far from here;
Only fragrance blooming days,
And singing birds in my ear.
Shading beauties whiter soon,
Perhaps I shouldn't tell you this:
For still to come, are colors in June
And July's sweet summer bliss.
The heart's full of aspiring,
Though turning ways do come;
But until then it may sing,
With long longings for some.
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