"Summer is ending!” the mother bear said,
“In yonder tree hollow, I’ll build me a bed.”
“Summer is ending!” said all the gold weeds,
And so, softly sighing, they scattered their seeds
“Summer is ending!” the hurricane cried,
Hurling and whirling harsh winds high and wide
“Summer is ending,” said fiery King Sun,
“My flame must grow fainter, then fade out to none!
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