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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