The summer smiles, the summer knows,
and unashamed, she sheds her clothes
The summer smoothes the restless sky,
and lovingly she warms the sand on which you lie.
The summer knows, the summer's wise
She sees the doubts within your eyes
And so she takes her summer time,
tells the moon to wait and the sun to linger,
twists the world 'round her summer finger,
lets you see the wonder of her arms.
And if you've learned your lessons well,
there's little more for her to tell
One last caress, it's time to dress for fall.
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