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That year — summer

In the distance came a relaxing guitar singing

Take another sip of chilled juice

The mind is also involuntari

Fly to the blue sky and blue sea

Thinking stays in the "fairy" realm

Indulge in the youthful years when the sound of the waves is still there

The tide is rising and there are fewer people

The sound is thin and the color is warmer

Be in it

Exceptional tranquility and comfort

That year — summer

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