Some busy summer days
A fuzzy summer haze
Time moving quickly by
A lazy summer sigh
I work and then I play
To balance out the day
Everything goes fast
And yet it seems to last
A tricky trick of fate
When the sun stays up late
I know it all will end
The autumn wind will send
A reality of time
An end to the sublime
With summer days all past
And at their very last
They leave us memories
So when the wind does freeze
And bites into our skin
We can recall again
Those summer days we had
The times that made us glad
But for now I am here
The sky is crystal clear
So let's make the summer great
Please tell winter I'll be late
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