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la somero de amo
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2016-06-12
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they say that the end is coming sooner
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but the end is already here
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with lunatics standing with clapboards affixed to their chests
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and chaos in the school hallways
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it was the summer of '16
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we called it the summer of love
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because flowers grew from the gardens in our souls
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and bloomed to the everloving sky
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the only end that's closing around us soon
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is the end of the school year
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and that's already passed by uneventfully
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with a sizzle instead of a bang
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these next three months are a brown seed
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that I hold inside of my pale hands
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this could either be a summer of love
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or a summer of storms
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your choice
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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