i saw the summer in your eyes,
but knew you would be going;
the waves continued rolling in,
an autumn wind came blowing
for it was time for someone else,
some fanciful newcomer —
and we burned out, like august did:
our eyes still full
of summer
beautiful and sad –
Agreed
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