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summer, you are the season of length:
long days, long shadows, long-loved memories
torn away from us by winter's strength,
frozen: you stir them with evening's breeze,
warm, sweetly scented with crème de menthe,
a perfect companion to heart's ease.
watching shooting stars, i count the tenth,
forget old wishes by small degrees.