Oh, summer, where were you be all time?
While you were not inside all haven't been to ill.
Oh, summer stop all to be in rhyme.
While you were not all have stopped to be real..
Oh, summer stabs deep into my heart.
Am I too blind to see this stopped to be real?
Oh, summer kill please all my smart.
Am I too numb to feel what soul been to ill?
It is all.. Summer kills all my days.
Summer's days become my haze..
It is all.. I'm walking in grase..
It is all in my haze..
Summer
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