Day of the Summer Night
I miss those summer nights
When the sunlight forgets to go home
It lingers in darkness
Extended dusk we roam
A night was like a new day
For just three months of the year
The window rolled down
Friends forever near
A nocturnal wind
Brings an air of pleasure
Possibility is present
The stars are its measure
For the night is young
And conversation is old
Like a well known tale
That keeps getting told
I miss those summer nights
When the sunlight forgets to go home
When the moon has company
And no one is alone
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