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Just two days after the first of June
A pine with arms brushing off the dew
Unlike a sky copious with death

Precipitation of heart and head
Should wash the rest of her youth away
And carry on with it as she may

But something's penning curvaceously
'Cuz sunburned skin won't agree with me

It should've been me, it should've been me
It should've been me, it should've been me

The pleasure's good as the pleasure sounds
My chin held shut so my heart can talk louder
I was a mess just like the pool
Our days spent crossed out of Sunday school

July has always been shy of June
Some monsoon, monsoon, monsoon

Come heavy of a golden hue
My monsoon, monsoon, monsoon

Monsoon, monsoon, monsoon
Monsoon, monsoon, monsoon
Monsoon, monsoon
Monsoon, monsoon


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