summers night
and summers end
a crack to track a riverbend
whisper softly lover friend
and let me be
just let me be
i long so long it's wrong i see
to you
to me
i fly i flee
you trap
i snap
i'm free
summers night
and winters chill
fireside a lonesome grill
of what was once a loathsome thrill
of naught and nothing nill
the fill
of still
-ness silence
i don't buy it
fifty cents to pry it
open
i'll force it
force it fight it
pry it
run
summers night for summers day
gone what was a time to pray
and now there's nothing more to say
goodbye.
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