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A Very British Summer

This year we grieve for the sunshine of old Instead we're given a pouring with a rainbow Still we raise our eyes, carefully treading through puddles and mould Remembering our picnic and how that summer song used to go Dam this island so far up north It's not for folk who enjoy the outdoors - and then some But the people who take what we are given from birth And dig deep inside to find merriment in the Her Majesty's United Kindom

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