I had to rewrite this in order for it to meet my personal requirements.
There is a breeze As tepid SUMMER seeks Tender hearts lost That look A smile Shining eyes That face She plays magically There she goes A soft whisper Indeed enticing There she goes again Her style this while a Season hypnotic She plays the harp Strings inside my heart With grace She lays ma Cherie My love how I love These days.
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