[ what about august? ]

it's another lonely saturday night
the last one in febuary
and I sit around and think of you
and how wonderful you used to be

[and I ask myself "how long will this last?
how much longer will it be?
how much time until the magic has passed
and all I have left is a memory?"]

things are looking gray, you're looking dim
and your shimmering colours are fading to black
everything good is too good to be true
oh, I want those days in august back

[ 2.?.98 ]

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