Pity the girl who did not know better, thinking the song was sung and the words were written and the melody was hummed just for her.
The stars in her eyes ~ how the mind mocked the heart as they thought back to the days and nights she fell hard and fell again.
Seasons changed and summer came back blasting heat, but the nights remain dark and dank, and the river keeps making love to the sea, but this time around the waves slice like a scythe.
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