Summer

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summer

The wind is flowing through my hair,

the sun resing on my shoulder,

the cool splash of water on my face,

this is the season for fun,

for silly heartbreaks,

for love,

the beging of a new life the ending of a old,

time to dine and dash,or to just relaxe,

to meet new people but never forget the old,

this is summer, this is life

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