* * *
You’re still much brighter than the summer sky
Or the light of pouring August rain,
I’ll take it all without your goodbye,
I would not let it wake this childish pain.
Nor would I cry, nor run all my way down,
Nor would I pray salvation any more,
You’re holding me like your majestic crown,
I will remember how sweet you were.
You re still much brighter than the summer sky
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