A Summer Night
Drip drip drop
Watch the hands of the clock
Drip like the dew from the leaves
Of the old oak tree
A smile, a sigh
Dusk is preparing for the coming night
The stars in the sky burn bright
With light for the crickets to play by
A child's thick horse braid
The taste of lemonade
The perfect summer night has started
We reconnect with a life departed
Please feel free
To stop the passing of time with me
To remember by forgetting
What we've spent our lives collecting
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