Oh, what a fool am I,
to seek the summer's heat
with such a heart like mine.
A heart so treacherous,
so full of deception,
he cannot bear to beat
lest he begins to seep
all that I love away.
For love is my torture!
This love, this blessed love
breaks my body apart.
I long not for summer,
for it's heat is too much
for this heart, so tired
and yet so very young.
Summer …
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