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The Ghost Of Summer Past

I pray for summer weather

I pray for skies of blue

Take away the cold days

Make the rainstorms few.

 

Bring us back the sunny days

That we used to know.

In our days of childhood

Many years ago.

 

Walking in the countryside

Midst wheat of golden brown

Dancing in the gentle breeze

With the sunshine beating down.

 

Swimming in the river

Running barefoot in the park

Sweet solitude unbroken

But for the singing of the lark.

 

O God bring back those hazy days

Don’t leave them in the past

We’ve had six years of raining

So please God make it fast.

 

P.S.

 

Just one little thing, Lord

Though I may seem a fool

We’ve had five days of heatwave

Please God make it cool.

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