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I'M WAITING FOR AN INGAR SUMMER I'm still waiting for Inca summer, with whom I would like to live, I would like to rest on the beach with you. Cloudiness covers the blue sky, still I wouldn't want to throw dreams away, although I don't see any green grass. I have experienced an Eskimo winter, the one who rolled under the sun, that's why we're still sad. Once in a dream I saw how winter, vanished overnight like a prisoner, if only left in a breached prison.
