It's the end of July
But were still in summer
The trees are dying and everyones becoming impure.
Children are free from there well-know prison
But that mean more food for them to enjoy,
The waters are warm and drinks are coming.
A wonderful time to enjoy and endure living
The sun rains hell, everyone's complaining,
But wait until winter they're gonna come back begging.
Authors taking breaks, poets on an adventure
Artists seeking lyrics and teachers finally getting paid,
It's a wonderful time, which they call summer
If only this break could last forever.
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