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By Ria Submitted by peregrine falcon Date: 2023 Jul 07 Comment on this Work [[2023.07.07.16.35.25165]] |
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Every summer feels like the first one, the summer of 1997. This summer I'm again living that summer. The heat, the light summer nights, the music, the love and longing for You. And I hear the Nightingale singing in the night. Just like in the poem I wrote to you... |