In The Middle Of The Summer
We meet again; it looks like rain.
And tension's gone; fear’s weird hummer
Has been turned into love again.
And our hearts are naked, friend;
And our souls forget their clothes;
The space is saying in the end
That we came to the core so close.
...We danced like crazy; both our heads
Were lost, but clear; we found the peace.
And night was following our steps,
And air was giving us the bliss.
We’ve met again; love is the farmer
That puts the seeds into the ground.
It was the middle of the summer
And freedom was the plant we’ve found.
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