October 26, 2011
Sunlight through gold curtains
And seven's tolling chime
Bid all to wake, to rise
To see the colors proudly fly

Laughter fills summer air
Horses lope through tall trees
And green lakes shine brightly
As children play in the sunbeams

The sun slowly lowers
Another day gone by
The stars whisper good night
And tired heads find tired dreams

Time goes past, children grow
Innocence passes by
Childhood games left behind
Our season, come and gone now

But the summer still stays
Within our aging hearts

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