Like the aching beauty of a tender love song
So is the summer; sweet joy quickly gone
Like a breath, a wisp in the air
Too soon I turn to see the golden pear
And the harvest moon where
The green leaf and blossom briefly hung
Too soon its tender lay is sung
So I must go and taste her bliss
Too soon I’ll long for summer’s kiss
When the apple tree is weighted down
With her fair and rosy gown
When summer’s dance is but a mist
In a field she briefly kissed
I will return again someday
If God will’s but I must play
A little ‘neath the summer tree
Too soon she melts into the sea
God bless you and keep you then
Until perchance we meet again<3
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Janet Martin
See you in September
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