They sing from trees
Cicadas come with Summer
Bringing that endless "buzz"
I find myself nostalgic when caught beneath their spell
Still it hits my heart and makes me feel okay
A bittersweet melody
One I need to hear
Yet it makes me sad
A melancholy euphoria
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 1:18 AM UTC
They sing from trees
Cicadas come with Summer
Bringing that endless "buzz"
I find myself nostalgic when caught beneath their spell
Still it hits my heart and makes me feel okay
A bittersweet melody
One I need to hear
Yet it makes me sad
A melancholy euphoria
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