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A summers wind blows through my short hair

as I look off the rocky brownish cliff

don't take a picture just sit there and stare

The water doesn't move it's very stiff

night comes and falls but I stay the same

to take it in during all parts of day

now I know this isnt a game

but people do pass wile I stay and lay

i will stay in the corner of my mind

i will be living the dream all the time

 but when then it's fall and it's all aligned 

I'll leave the cliff for someone else to climb

and when summer returns I'll be there

to have a summers wind blow through my hair