On this summer night
there’s something in the air
which is a delight
and that’s a gift, most rare.

I lean back and stare,
take in all the sights,
and live without a care.

And I know that tonight’s
a gift beyond compare
‘cause I’m living in the light
and that’s a gift, most rare.

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