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she is summer, she was my mother
she is summer,
her temper makes us all suffer,
even the moon melt in oceans in her presence
her heart was the bubbling lava,
needed to let out.
for saken us, we were her favorite toys to play with.
she burns, she burns, she burns.
her temper makes us all suffer,
even the moon melt in oceans in her presence
her heart was the bubbling lava,
needed to let out.
for saken us, we were her favorite toys to play with.
she burns, she burns, she burns.
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