Look at me
Cards show what is to come
Chords sound a melancholic hum
Key is on the table
You just need to reach for it
Without hesitation
Hands tremble
Remember, time is our temple
Now more than ever
You know it
Summer warmer each day
Winter colder and colder
Air stronger and thick
Don’t hold a hand you no longer wanna keep
Just get by my side
Under the tall trees
We can talk about the heat, tears, drums, books,
her, fruits,
you,
house, bed,
me.
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