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The last of summer's wildflowers ...
Warm Summer Sun
by Mark Twain
Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here,
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
Green sod above,
Lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart,
Good night, good night.
This is lyrical, and the photography as usual is stunning. What an eye you have, for seeing what is beautiful when other people might think, oh, that flower's almost gone.
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