The summer night breeze kisses my cheek as it drifts by,
Soft and gently – creations sweet sigh.
My hair drifts lazily in the caressing breeze,
not to warm not to cold, I drift into a dream.
But like all dream this one came to an end,
Saddening, like parting with a dear friend
All of them end, even the best,
All of them do, as sure as the sun sets in the west.
This dream was only but a glimpse of what was to come,
of warm nights and summer fun
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