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Summer Nights


The quiet moon above,
The wind cutting through the air,
The meadowlarks singing,
A breeze ruffling my hair.

The sun a brilliant scarlet,
Fleeing from the night,
Tomorrow morning it shall come again,
Bringing with it light.

I sit here in the grass,
Moon hanging in the sky,
I'm sure that without its beauty,
We would all surely die.

So I sit here all alone,
And it's for this time I will fight,
For the sweet, sweet blissfulness,
Of these warm sweet summer nights.
CMDN MLLNS
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