Slow days, hot days
And a few rainy days in between
Slow days, cold days
This place is nothing like I’ve seen
My days are filled with love
I swim with dragon flies above
I wish on a multitude of stars
And gaze upon a moonlit lake
We make work for ourselves
Such as building bonds and bonfires
Silliness is a nightly ritual
That sends us into a restful sleep
Slow days, hot days
And a few rainy days in between
Slow days, cold days
This place is nothing like I’ve seen
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