O how many summer mornings shall be filled with anger
When cooperation can be the first solution ?
*
O how many summer mid days are filled with joy
While pain exists so deep within our souls ?
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O how many summer evenings drag on in dullness
Without distraction or relief from all the hurt ?
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O how many more days must I wait in the heat
While time continue to pass me by ?
the sieve and the sand 
I think one answer might be that song, you know…
”
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
…
“
i dislike the summer
unless something is happening