I hate to see the summer leave,
It's been hard to watch it end.
When Autumn comes, I have to grieve
In the loss of my last friend.
But with the chilly evening air
That September seems to possess,
I have to realize that it's only fair
That Summer takes its rest.
I Know there is a place for Fall;
It is truly a beautiful season,
With golden Aspen against a Blue Spruce Wall,
I know this can't be treason.
It's the warmth I miss the most
When summer leaves so fast;
That's why I dwell in Summer's ghost
I need the sunshine of its past.
I know that winter is also vying for a place within my heart,
But this heart is slowly dying for another Summer's start.
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