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Season Of The Dreaming Witch

Summer steps closer with every sunset.

I let myself lose consciousness,

driven closer to dawn and another day to be knocked down in my pursuit of the power of love.

I will see you at Summer, my sweet saviour,

so sure if it, I am,

like the sadder but wiser green puppet that plays among the stars,

so sure of it, I am, that I have learned to live in peace, until the moment comes.

Life until then is long and full of longing,

but every day,

the sun says “Hello” a little earlier,

and the calendar loses pages as quickly as I lose my patience,

so I am assured that Summer steps closer with every sunset,

and my sweet one,

so do you.

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