The Blues For Summer (After Louise Gluck)
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With a voice of cigarette smoke
The poetess sings the verses that
Dance through my headphones
As I watch the trees sway outside my window
I can only think of was my birthday;
It would be here in a month's time
How the summertime goes fast
But time waits for no one as the saying goes
I sit here and let time go by
As I am too slow to care
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