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Curling waves Surfing rays Winding tails Of curving whales Setting the phase Of summer craze.
The bleeding sun Sweltering its pun Melting the cun Of the cruel one Hurting the world With its fierce shun.
Swirling winds Howling through the trees Igniting the fire To sweep through everything To create a havoc And leave scary things the storm.
Holding it tight The spirit to ride The sprawling journey The twisted destiny Challenging our sternity To endure the eternity Written in our fate Burning the craze To unleash the maze Of our twisted mind Always ready to haze
Waiting for light To sprinkle through Sprite Of unknown bounties Still to be respite.
Running away From the hurricane of life Slamming against The cruelty of satire Cladding the cloak Of fake aspire Hiding the face Behind the mysterious smile.
The white pearls swirling the curls Of destiny and life The cold and joy Bringing harmony To the long turmoil Of warmth and heat Burning our feet Longing to retreat The peaceful street.
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