this year, the summer seems early
warm winds flow now
the throat feels dry
it's a mountain climb
the day's friendly
and a blue arched sky
where I came from
where I will be
those thoughts disppear
it's a story for another try
but this noon I am here
and so it is
for this noon, this day
this night sky
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