Sweet summers

To play all day in sweet denial
Is to spend all life in bliss
Oh the days spent in summers
The golden days I miss

Summer time was once a treat
When nothing need be done
The laughing game and summer rain
Making each day more than fun

Society has its ways
To corrupt you once in time
Then forever after that
For innocence you do pine

How I miss the sweet summer days
Frolicking in the warm rain
Joyful days if common youth
The days without this pain

Every summer now is spent
Doing work for fun or not
But never what I choose
Submerged in evil plot

I wish to return to that state
Where I was constantly in love
With anything and everything
Though now I have my dove

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