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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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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression!&nbsp;</p>

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