Summers come and summers go,
her love withers like a summer rose
you try to love, you try to care,
respond with love? She does not dare.
Old nightmares come to haunt
though for her they're reasons to jaunt.
Jealous memories surge and rage,
though for her they're memories which assuage.
her love withers like a summer rose
you try to love, you try to care,
respond with love? She does not dare.
Old nightmares come to haunt
though for her they're reasons to jaunt.
Jealous memories surge and rage,
though for her they're memories which assuage.
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