Why must I find something so sublime
When I have such little time
As the last lightning bugs fall from the sky
The sun will set on you and I
The winds of change are sweeping through
Reminding me not to fall for you
But I can’t change this sensation
Or the ending to this situation
In the end, reality will shut me down
And the surreal dream will be lost
With what I thought I’d found
As the season’s change into the Fall
You’ll be gone, and I’ll lose it all
Frost says dawn turns into gray
Frost says nothing gold can stay
If July could only last forever
Then we’d have a chance to learn together.
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