Summer Summer
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Summer, summer,
Go away, go away.
The king, the ministers,
The counsels all are
here to play, to play.
Summer, summer,
Go away, go away.
Your fifty degree heat
is not conducive to play.
Summer, summer,
Go away, go away.
We have not forgotten
We are nature's clay,
Give them a chance
to make merry on this day.
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