She was soft, she was unbroken
dressed in the pink that she wore as a token
to the summer
Always clean, always precocious
she was the devil and she danced with the roses
in the summer
She was rhyme, she was the reason
I left my life for a soul that was freezing
in the summer
Always cold, always endearing
Sweet, in the woods she was naked and kneeling
in the
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