SUMMER'S END

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                          I know.

                      Home, my friends will go.

                      My friends will so go home.

                  As will I, it makes me want to cry.

                          I'll be all alone.

              The skies will no longer be blue.  It's true.

                   But, see, my eyes will be.

                      I'll no longer be by the sea.

                       I'll say bye.

                   It was so much fun.  But, now it's done.

                    I shed a tear as I take a last look.

                   The beach will be beyond my reach.

                     See you next year.

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