The last Friday of summer, and autumn... and autumn is nowhere to be found,
she touched her hands and summer... bids us farewell.
What will you bring, golden-haired girl... a little warmth... a late caress.....
calm, not to be shot, or maybe you'll chase away sorrows...
or maybe you'll reconcile the nations, just like Mother Nature.
to be near, to be together as before... maybe you can add power...
... wisdom, let wisdom supplant greed and stupidity ....
Last Friday of summer, alas, I hear no answer...
I'll have a beer and a shrimp, oh, my! The worries go away quietly and two weekends are on the doorstep....
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