itranova

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A blemish in perfection

Doesn’t always need correction

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The cracks along pave the way

For an adventure in a new day

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The ones that imprint your soul

Smiles, laughter making your heart full

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The summer sun

Those days of fun

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We all yearn for together

Waiting for the perfect weather

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Smelling the flowers

Their fragrant powers

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Stepping on thistle

Screaming like a whistle

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Those summer days gone by

Like the changing clouds in the sky

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We will return there soon enough

To heal the months that were rough

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The zest of Citranovas flair

Fills your room with hope and care