A summerset to my eyes, with memories of a child I had no responsibilities, to help or to have more than I could hold onto It's a slow song to me, desired I run through the tree, my desire As I wonder now all's grown cold, but in rememberance there's a story told Of a softer song for a softer soul, and the innocent heart to hold
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