I'm walking through the summer
of my little hometown.
Still beloved by some, but single
Sometimes think I'm going down.
It's cold here. It's subzero
In my lungs and heart and head
I just want to make it clear -
You're my sunshine.
Understand?
I'd like to get a sunstroke
or fly under sun on the sky
But where is my sun?
Why you're hiding?
Don't you know
why
can not
I?...
(A.B. 11.07.14)
Under sun
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