A summer breeze runs swiftly through my hair
It looks messy, but I can't make myself care
There’s an abandoned rose laying on the ground
Waiting for a love to be lost and then found
A café full of people breaking from life
Stopping time for awhile, like a stab from a knife
A smile, a kiss, a wave of a hand says goodbye
The wind in your hair, a
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