Summer I painted, a scene, that lit the stars for me,
Said, "I can erase it for you dear."
That summer created, those words, that came to life in three,
They were denied by you.
Summer I laid down, below, the glitter adorned night,
And silently sparkled, my own way.
Summer I laid down, by you, and shared my frail light,
You gave the dark to me.
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