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Come, Summer, Come

Come, Summer, Come

Come, summer, come
The cold is death;
Breathe your warm breath
Of life into the earth.

Send the wind
To drive the rain
So the dormant seeds
Can spring to life again.

Plants in bud,
Fresh leaves of green,
The sweetest scents
Of a world washed clean.

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