Hot summer days
Sweat drips
And not a cloud in sight
A glass of lemonade
Make it cold
With five ice cubes
A slice of watermelon
And chile powder on the side
Sandals on my feet
My toes a glittery yellow
A summer dress on
White with yellow flowers
The grass is tall and green
Slowly turning gold
As the days grow cold
The nights rule over day
Making me stay inside
With a hot cocoa and a blanket
By the fire place
As snow pounds against my door
Trying to seep it's coldness in
I slowly drift off to sleep
As the season change in a blink
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