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She wears her brightest coloured gown

     And paints the roses red.

The snow and frost have long escaped.

     The winter winds have fled.

 

Her auburn hair shines in the sun.

     She touches summer's wheat

And birds, high in the green-leaved trees,

      Sing songs so clear and sweet.

 

The day-time's longer whilst she's here,

     And so much warmer too -

And summer holidays are here

      For me and also you.

 

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