Luc

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Trees in anguished fashion sway
Water streams upon the quay
Blankets, chairs, tables away
When the summer rains come

Flowers drip beneath the roar
Birds and bees forget to soar
Laughter, cries, screams no more
When the summer rains come

Oh when the summer rains come
And dancing feet on the roof
Slanted so no window shun
With proud east wind nose aloof

No snowstorm, no desert, no lights and no breeze
Can ever compare to the bending of trees
When the summer rains come