Summer reminds me of this:
I've written you this letter,
got it back return to sender.
But I just can't remember you being quite like that.
Misunderstand,
we're holding hands,
we're at the beach,
we're throwing sand.
As the lights just go up all around us, I can't believe it's over.
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It's not going to be a good one...
Happy Summer
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