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Summer : You Beauty
Summer : You Beauty
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46°C did dearth us, yet
The sae breeze late,
And the sweet mangoes fate
As the foreign birds migrate
We sit, across the waves of the ocean
Playin' the summer of playing, as
The blues vanished and the summer turned orange,
At the of the day, it felt like the start of the year.
46°C did dearth us, however,
Who cares if the summer was the beauty
Summer : you beauty!
