Summer
Warm summer days.
Where the clouds just fade.
Not a cloud in the sky,
no tears in my eyes.
But the bombs and missiles,
all blowing up,
like hearts and lovers,
glowing up.
They're quick to the start,
they don't last forever.
But they all start,
in summer weather.
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