her hair in morning tangles
and hand on my neck
the two next door
like spring lovers
carving their names
in a tree
this is the first cold night
of the coming hot summer
let's close the blinds
and hibernate til sunrise
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| winter in a summer night her hair in morning tangles and hand on my neck the two next door like spring lovers carving their names in a tree this is the first cold night of the coming hot summer let's close the blinds and hibernate til sunrise |
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