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Summer — we all have seen — A few of us — believed — A few — the more aspiring Unquestionably loved — But Summer does not care — She goes her spacious way As eligible as the moon To our Temerity — The Doom to be adored — The Affluence conferred — Unknown as to an Ecstasy The Embryo endowed —
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