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Summertime
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64 Summertime In the world of flies time is a breeze they ride right on by says the old woman right on by over rivers and ponds I imagine myself a raveled cloud raining on rooftops the embodiment of illusion says the dark red tulip Finally they have taken me to the shore it is the happiest day of my life says the wet dog oh those seagulls ...