Monday, June 28, 2021


O summer, summer my beloved!
  why must you always go?
Caress me yet with sunbeam soft
    Linger yet awhile, my love

Always too swift to depart
  never arriving soon

Tarry not in distant lands
  they need you not like I
Return, return to me, my love!
  make haste and to me fly
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