Gréta Salóme - These Last Days of Summer
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The earth's still warm
from our sunny days.
Summer came and then it went away.
Golden leaves that soon fall to ground
and dance with the wind and to its whispering sound.
The house is empty,
the grass is uncut.
The doors are closed and the windows are shut.
Fleeting moments that flash before me.
The memories still echo in this house by the sea.
How I miss these last days of summer
with bright eyes and blue skies.
How I dread these first days of winter
when summer has said its goodbyes.
All that remains is a
burnt black skin,
and a hole the size of the moon within.
Sleepless nights are haunting me now.
I wish that summer would find us somehow.
How I miss these last days of summer
with bright eyes and blue skies.
How I dread these first days of winter
when summer has said its goodbyes.
Don't you miss these last days of summer
with bright eyes and blue skies.
Don't you dread these first days of winter
when we have said our goodbyes.
from our sunny days.
Summer came and then it went away.
Golden leaves that soon fall to ground
and dance with the wind and to its whispering sound.
The house is empty,
the grass is uncut.
The doors are closed and the windows are shut.
Fleeting moments that flash before me.
The memories still echo in this house by the sea.
How I miss these last days of summer
with bright eyes and blue skies.
How I dread these first days of winter
when summer has said its goodbyes.
All that remains is a
burnt black skin,
and a hole the size of the moon within.
Sleepless nights are haunting me now.
I wish that summer would find us somehow.
How I miss these last days of summer
with bright eyes and blue skies.
How I dread these first days of winter
when summer has said its goodbyes.
Don't you miss these last days of summer
with bright eyes and blue skies.
Don't you dread these first days of winter
when we have said our goodbyes.
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