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Summer

A kind of sadness
is creeping
up on me
now the summermadness
is weeping
to be free

Soon the darkness
is keeping
light from me,
as the winter, I guess,
is sleeping impatiently

Temperature
is rising,
thát I see
But why
daylight is minimizing,
while summer is peaking,
is beyond me

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