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Summer Story

All the little towns we meet
Sleeping on the side of the road
Like so many summer day bedspreads
Lazy pillows laid all in a row

Clouds gathering their darkness
Raising the glass on high
A toast to us all, before the storm
“To life,” says a voice from the sky

Leaving our shoes behind, wading to our knees
The water ready for the cool of the moon light
Reflections upon our eyes, who could look away
You and I, love has never felt so right

Mussels on a plate, Bloody Mary in a glass
A sign with the time for the ferry
Pull the boat or build a sand castle
Shadows beckon under a blue canopy

Always thinking of family
Holding hands while we sigh
A summer to always remember
Only happiness knows how to cry

The leaving road, the longing heart
It’s always a day too soon
But then you take my hand my love
As we drive home in the late afternoon

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