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Essence of that time when the rhythm of nature seems to rhyme. |
| Cool summer breeze. Soft the wind doth blow. Applause is heard from the trees, who stand in ovation for the show. Bright summer sun, How heated are your rays? Great Illuminated One, extending all our days. Sweet summer rose, your velvet none alike. Crimson drop of blood, a toll taken by your spike. Warm summer night, in you we rest in sleep. Carry all our worried plight into the abyss of the deep. |