Just thinking about sitting in my garden in summer. Can't wait.
Sometimes late at night, When the moon is full and bright, And the air is cool and crisp; There's a breeze like a pall, That seems to cover all, And the moonlight falls like a mist. I look out on the scene, And it seems like a dream, In which fairies flit to and fro. I watch fire flies float by, Bringing light to my eyes, And making my garden glow.
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