When summer comes,
it brings the sun
and, for a moment,
you were busy watering your flowers;
you fill the air with your perfume
and you sing a love song,
the promise that we've made.
There's still the sun,
though the light falls,
lonley through the clouds
and I 've learned to love you.
Nothing will separate us,
I will pay attention to you,
like different trees,
in their finest moment
are saying something
I've been trying to tell you.
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Blessings!