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Dreams encircle falling summer

With a whispered cry of "Live"

So she bravely picks a flower

That is all she has to give

Turning toward another hour

As the sun turns south again

She'll catch the silver wind ascending

She will not stop to ask them "When?"

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Dan Humiston

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