I'll tell you where he went this summer. He found the smallest rose in the garden and just before his last blow sprinkled pink rain on a flower bed. In your hands what you held was his, a dove flies from your fists. Now high, in some south sea in its beak the olive carries it. Shoot if you want the staring kid, he shakes hands and does not shake the rupee. His blood still warm, he travels in the abdomen by a mosquito. Hug me as long as your heart can bear as summer ends around us. Before you go where you point with your hand, come let's dive in the sea as it rains. I know why the swallow goes west. He cuts from the sun a piece and a fern, he finds a tree in the heart and will sit down to always have summer in your heart. I'll tell you where love goes when it leaves. The sky bends with its transparent hand, takes the tear from the crying child and in the night sky makes it a star. Hug me as long as your heart can bear as summer ends around us. Before we leave again for other places come let's dive in the sea as it's raining.. The sea is more beautiful when it rains.

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