Skin turned to gold, freckles stand out
Shorts getting shorter
Days getting longer
Fire glowing in the late night
While stories are stretched and thinned
Stars pulsing with music
As we dance the night away
No one knows the time
Who cares?
We know that Summer is here.
Hair flies free
While colors burst in the sky
Parades rumble on the streets
While the sun gets hotter
We party all night
We'll relax all day
Where are you Summer?
You'll never over stay
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