in the midst of a damp summer a midnight talking through frosted glass tea time stagnance with a lover's fragrance is all but forced, its time to last what i saw in your eyes clear inside me sparks revolving answers so bitch, complain, but i cant explain why when you go a damp summer follows water standing on my heart forever waiting worlds apart strings of pearls casting down and pose like a spinning fanblade in a thousand tears dripping in my eyes, from one cloud outside looking back sing monotone but is left to give all alone. so bitch, complain, but i cant explain why when you go a damp summer follows on the seaside sewer drain strikes of a thousand tears is torture but i cant just avoid this moisture optimistic things will change because i have seen stranger things stranger than a thousand tears is torture but i cant seem to avoid this moisture.
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