Dear poem, summer is coming
And I'm laughing till' coughing.
My dream had a beginning
When I found you're leaving.
So now I expect summer to be hot
Like the sun and the soul of a robot.
My self grades are improving,
proving that I'm not losing.
And I'm laughing till' coughing.
My dream had a beginning
When I found you're leaving.
So now I expect summer to be hot
Like the sun and the soul of a robot.
My self grades are improving,
proving that I'm not losing.
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