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Its a Cruel Summer

and I wonder

why you try to

pull the wool

over my

eyes



I miss my friends

I'll not see them till

next year

which can put me

in fear



The year

flashes before

my eyes

so much time

seems to slip

through my

fingertips

and seem

like a mere

second



I wish this

year would

never end

Then I could

play with

time all

I want