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Twenty-five minutes
Past the Witching Hour
Listening to Mozart
That must be it

This magical time
This magical music
This must be the reason
I remember you

You were my summer
And the rainy days
Washed me, cleansed me
All of you, or nearly

But it's hot tonight
The rain teased but did not come
The stillness in the air feels
Like summer. Like you.