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Summer we all have seen
Summer we all have seen
A few of us believed
A few the more aspiring
Unquestionably loved
But Summer does not care
She goes her spacious way
As eligible as the moon
To our Temerity
The Doom to be adored
The Affluence conferred
Unknown as to an Ecstasy
The Embryo endowed
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