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Once summer day in the afternoon After noon, after it all We took a walk in the afterglow Afterglow, so I recall. Butterflies, bluebirds, and daisys in bloom. Your bonnet, your Bonwit perfume. Badminton, lawn bowling, all we presume. All we resume when they call. One summer day, in our memory Memory, after the Fall.