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Walk in summer sunshine, please walk in.
      Jack Frost has taken his curtain call.
Now let the symphony of new life begin
      With a serenade of birdsong before nightfall.

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Make your debut now, oh summer sun.
     The audience applauds your longed for heat.
Upon their skin let your warm fingers run.
     The warmth of your sunshine is so sweet.

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Now perform your best, summer season.
     Encourage forth new life without a cue.
Each, with its own appointed time and reason,
     Hills, dales and woodlands quietly renew.

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Thrill your audience with a spectacular show,
     Warming the cold earth and growing the wheat.
A glorious finale comes with the autumnal glow
    As your performance here is quite complete.

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