Her breath blows on a pinwheel
On this, a young summer day
The innocence none can steal
And no one can make us pay
On this, a young summer day
The innocence none can steal
And no one can make us pay
Cool mint is now in the air
Bright colors spin in the sun
Everything now seems fair
All that's left is having fun
Time don't matter anymore
All of our work has been done
All problems swept from the floor.
By Linn Gubala
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