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Sweet Summer
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2020-12-16
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your dress flaps in the wind like a honeysuckle breeze,
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reminding me of long since devoured butterscotch dreams
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with your sapphire eyes upturned to the sky
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and summer's hazy love on your mind
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your smile is like the finest wine,
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an intoxication that I wouldn't mind wandering in,
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but my heart would give out if in wonder for too long
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and even the brightest flowers fade after a while
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the warmth of your skin,
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the sweet scent of your hair,
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all entreat me to spend a while there.
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but the tornado comes, uninvited, and tears up the earth
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and I wish it was summer again on this desolate earth
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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