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Of Summer Nights

By Joe Carriere

The night races by

As music whips with the wind

Through open windows

We found the right place

The most pointless spot to sit

To do whatever

We own the summer

The hot, cloudless nights where we

Burn beneath the stars

If we are lucky

And we take time to let go

The years will bring more

If we remember

They’re still there for us to know

When we need them most

The late nights we spend

Forevering whatever

Are worth more than gold


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