Summer Time
It was friday morning,
but late at night.
And I cried,
on that bed for about an hour and a half.
I stared at that clock,
and the time,
i just wanted to rewind,
to the first day that I you were in my arms.
but I know,
I shouldn't cry.
Because I know,
I will see you again in summer time.
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