Summer 1967
and then you are alone
nobody left to draw on
nobody left to love.
Morning words beseech me
beg me not to love.
but all I can remember is
love, love, love.
and then you are alone
nobody left to draw on
nobody left to love.
Morning words beseech me
beg me not to love.
but all I can remember is
love, love, love.
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