And I'm lying on the green grass,
Blue sky up above.
Not a single worry in the world,
Everything is now at peace.
And turning round to see you
Just as calm as me,
Means that everything is twice as sweet
Everything is good.

Summer's here at last,
Clouds banished away.
Blue sky all a-shining,
Sun burning bright.
Summer's here at last,
Shorts and vest tops to stay.
With the blue sky all a-shining
And the sun burning bright.

The End

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