What's your name?
I remember standing there.
Umbrella in hand
Rain pouring down onto earth
And then it came on
That song
That song that made me think of you
That song that made me even more excited to see you
That song that blinded me from the near future
I regret letting it play
Yet the symphony was so soft
So reminding
And now I stand here
Eyes as wet as the biggest ocean
Tears already dried from the heat
The heat that melts my skull
The wretched heat Apollo punishes me with
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