The Eve
In the Eve of Summer the Wind like Fire Blazes,
Across the Waves of Wheat.
The Burn of Summer, Roaring Heat, Hot Sand Beneath My Feet.
I Wake to Find it All a Dream.
As I Lay Cold in the Dead Of Winter's Eve.
The Blistering Cold Lay on Me Now,
As Morning Soon will Rise.
A Shiver Strikes from Head to Toe,
As for Summer's Eve I Cry.
Across the Waves of Wheat.
The Burn of Summer, Roaring Heat, Hot Sand Beneath My Feet.
I Wake to Find it All a Dream.
As I Lay Cold in the Dead Of Winter's Eve.
The Blistering Cold Lay on Me Now,
As Morning Soon will Rise.
A Shiver Strikes from Head to Toe,
As for Summer's Eve I Cry.
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