This summer night is blacker than winter,
And it is hotter than the sun.
I can see clouds in the dark colored grey;
They are motionless and silent.
But the stars, oh, I see these stars like the moon,
A beacon building on itself night after night.
I breathe in, and I breathe out;
The air is so crowded with heat.
The warm breeze moving in is barely a whisper.
I fear I may sweat,
On this summer night.
But if I stay still,
I can keep going til morning.
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