i wonder where i can find some?
drowning in my own sorrow & i have had just about enough.
winter has come and gone.
spring is back again.
we always love in summer.
but autumn is when she wins.
and you disappear.
again.
sad to say that next summer i will not be here.
you'll arrive at blues central cafe.
& you will be showered with confusion.
i'll be somewhere in love land with her.
or maybe him.
experiencing love.
again.
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