Goodbye summer, see you next year

Long ribbons of clouds float towards the horizon

As rain falls carelessly from raging sky

Broken in pieces by lightning

That’s the place where all the tall people reside 

In the tallest of buildings

I had been crying all morning and now

I’m at the end of tears

Our late nights are beginning to tell on my mornings

We will never be the same, you and I

Our love is less certain 

Than the returning of summer.

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