The crimson summer is scorching
Scorching as it overpowers life
parched and lifeless
The roasted soil is dry and barren
Flowing on its sandy death bed
The little blue stream still trickles on
Another day it may last
Another night may be
Stars and life it sees today
Happiness and bliss in the now
But even as the sorrow of the summer creeps in
And the flaming sun rises tomorrow
Oh! Will the sand and pebbles run dry ?
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