Second Theme
The sun is fading slowly, drinks are on the tray
Midsummer days are still, with skies of blue and white
The evening strawberries decline in cups of clay
Petunias heady smell spreads out tonight
It starts with mournful cry of gulls in twilight air
The overture of yours, that weeping chord!
Then comes a theme of oboe, I am there
To play for you, my love, the notes you must have heard.
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