Summer's Forethought - in lands with long winters
High sunned, he's blazing out
A brand new trail.
As lengthy day's lit hours; that stretch
More scorched, to mid eve.
Weeks away - for their sake!
Boys, gods believe!
" This; with hottest torched clutch;
As breathless, we!
This prospect, but catching up with.
Joy's. Yours, mine. Spurred.
As shows, through each hot-ran desire
Feet, ice-unfettered."
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