The day has been a hot one, but finally...Evening!
The air cools, and the sun goes down; let the music begin.
To some, they may be only a bug, but without Crickets,
Who would stay the night and sing their song?
It wouldn't be a true summer's
night without the sound,
of their choir, in the sultry mist.
For what they sing, does it matter?
Except, NOW...I can sleep...
The air cools, and the sun goes down; let the music begin.
To some, they may be only a bug, but without Crickets,
Who would stay the night and sing their song?
It wouldn't be a true summer's
of their choir, in the sultry mist.
For what they sing, does it matter?
Except, NOW...I can sleep...
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