SUMMER'S ENDING



                     Summer's fleeting.

                   The warm weather is retreting.

          Summer's getting old.  The weather's getting cold

                    The weather's getting cool.

                   Children are going back to school.

                   In the sky, I watch birds as south they fly.

            A tear falls from my eye.  I cry.

               I know the reason why.

                 Like the parting of two friends.

                Summer's end.

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