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When Summer Is Gone
Jcb Brul
When Summer Is Gone
Alas, my dear, we must away!
From Summer homes upon the Bay.
To winter in our warmer nests,
In Southern climes, which suit us best.
Your sister's grand debut went swell!
Gentlemen flock where ‘ere we dwell.
Invitations, voguish ballrooms,
Soon she will ‘meet well’ her fair groom!
Colorful flowers, is her way;
Your Sister just as bright and gay.
Of Summertime she is apart…
But winter's cold is in your heart.
Their hidden notes, confessed intent,
Secretly stole, and back you sent.
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