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A blemish in perfection
Doesn’t always need correction
The cracks along pave the way
For an adventure in a new day
The ones that imprint your soul
Smiles, laughter making your heart full
The summer sun
Those days of fun
We all yearn for together
Waiting for the perfect weather
Smelling the flowers
Their fragrant powers
Stepping on thistle
Screaming like a whistle
Those summer days gone by
Like the changing clouds in the sky
We will return there soon enough
To heal the months that were rough
The zest of Citranovas flair
Fills your room with hope and care