Summer Madness
Summer Madness is a madness unknown
To those who know not what love is
Summer madness is a madness untouched
To those who know not what life is
Summer whos hot time and bright light
Makes madness with hot love and bright life
My love for her drives passion in my soul
To places no human will ever know
For Summer Madness does not exist
In a world where love does not fit
I loved her far too great
As the madness shines into my face
A face that is empty and full of pain
In a summer where she no longer lives
Where the madness emulates
The hurt and pain which creates
Another empty soul
Whom he can no escape
The Madness
Summer Madness
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