Summer move forward and stitch me the fabric of fall
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Wrap life in the brilliance of death to humble us all
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How sweet is the day
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I'm craving a darkness
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As I sit tucked away with my back to the wall
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And the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth
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And the landscape of merry and desperate drought
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How much longer dear angels
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Let winterlight come
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And spread your white sheets over my empty house
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Summer move forward and leave your heat anchored in dust
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Forgotten him, cheated him, painted illusions of lust
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Now language escape, fugitive of forgiveness
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Leaving as trace only circles of rust
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And the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth
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And the landscape of merry and desperate drought
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How much longer dear angels
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Come break me with ice
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Let the water of calm trickle over my doubts
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Come let me drown
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Angels no fire no salt on the plow
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Carry me down
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Bury me down
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And the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth
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And the landscape of merry and desperate drought
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Once I knew myself
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And with knowing came love
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I would know love again if I had faith enough
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Too far is next spring and her jubilant shout
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So angels, inside
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Is the only way out
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Drought
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Vienna Teng |