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Nov 2011
Summer is my favorite season
I was born in the hazy heat
In the middle of a black and white city
that never goes to sleep

I hear a black crow at my window
her song, it frightens me
hard sandels, and coin medallions
a green dress, and Greek keys

The things we wanted they came too fast
and now we're stuck dwelling on the past

It would have been a boy, if he was real
and I would have named him Simon or James
I would have cried cause he was yours
He would have had a precious face

So take my hand
and say something simple
you said it plenty when I didn't ask
Go on. Say that you love me
I didn't expect much,
I'm okay with that.

You have Rubies, Turquiose, and Sapphires,
I just have the moon, and a few pearls
You can light yourself on fire if you want to
and I'll smile at the world
Meghan
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