A Flower in August
It was a breeze in May
It was an open flame
I was the one to blame
It was how you said your name
It was rain in June
I said I'd see you soon
It was the sun and the moon
It as a hot air balloon
It was fireworks in July
It was a cloudless sky
It as a white lie
It was you and I
It was a flower in August
The merry-go-round it spun us
There was nothing left between us
Besides this empty room full of dust
It was a birthday in September
It was just as you remembered
It was over by December
Had I ever even known her?
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