flowers swaying in the breeze,
waves greeting the shore;
gazing out as far as one can see,
the sun is now setting in a crimson ore.
alas it is night,
stars spread upon the black canvas;
owls now soar and take flight,
lovers are in a happyness.
crickets and frogs sing their song,
oh, what a comfortng melody;
lovers are sailing along,
for summer nights are so lovely.
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