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Summer
I swear to the summer- I am a well-aged drummer...
Like liver and pee's
Like grease on the tree's
Like Sweet tarts and tea
I swear to the summer- I am a well-aged drummer...
Like listeners without runners
Like dangerous men without gunners
-Don't be naked just be funner
Don't be jaded just act like your comin'
I swear to the summer- I need no real number
I swear to your comin'- I love the leader and all the wanderer
And the fisherman
And the ponderer
And the drinker
And the blunderer
I swear to the summer -I am a well aged drummer
I can take away your lumber
And burn it like a hunter
I can turn it into somethin'
-that I saw in the light of the reflection
I can see you dance well in the mist
Of nature's best kiss
And resist when you need the fist
And reminisce,
even though I am just a man
And I have never felt the shit
Like a tall building that hasn't been built yet
Like an animal that hasn't been born yet
Like man with his child
Like women with her mild
Life has a style
You have it,
and you fill
In the mind
And in the child
Just to say it again,
you have been the smile
And your love makes me wild
And your hugs hold for miles
And your fun takes the pile
And even though you're gone now I can stay for a while
And sway in the reef when the tide lifts me
And feel the knees when I become weak
And be too much when too much hits me
And sleep when god reads me
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