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Dark Summer Days
When sweet summer memories
Turn black, immortal enemies
Cicadas sing in the trees
Honeysuckle flows in the gentle warm breeze
Thoughts float back to days in sunshine
Sitting on the waters edge, his hand in mine
Now summers come again
This time though I won't pretend
You'll have to watch me suffer from next door
For these demons are deep within my core
It's my fight, back away
I won't let my soul drift astray
