Summerween
Summerween's here blazing like fire,
old nightmares are sure to transpire.
As warm days and cold fears transpire
flames grow higher, flames grow higher.
This warmth amplifies the darkness,
'Spell' spells out four letters for 'Mess'.
There is no such thing as distress
with that caress, with that caress.
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