Was summer ever easy?Gay and breezy?
Did worries seem less
As the day got longer
And the nights shorter?
Why does the magic of summer
Dim as childhood becomes
A fading memory?
Or perhaps it is because
We let it be so
When did we let
The magic go by?
And are we really too old to care
Under the summer moon above
I believe that summer
Can make us feel young once more
I believe it can revive
Childhood’s magical time
If only we let it
If only we believe
If we live for the moment before us
Worshiping the magical summer nights
And letting the season
Fill our hearts with joy!
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