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Summer`s freshing, at all, not summerly... Summer`s drops falling on the ground... Maybe, nature sent fall right after spring- Or you, summer, forgot about? And a needle-ray will not scorch a land, Playing hide-n-seek with an eyes... It looks from above, spreading light but then- Veiled again by the fury clouds... A wind tears the soul out from the breast, Tests an umbrella`s toughness... What`s upsetting most – that you can not stop- Cause, it`s not in your competence... All that you are able – defend yourself, Even more – you`ve a total right. But already`s no faith to the calends- Cause it`s not for the real life.

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