Last summer's lavender?
The violet that shined
The wind blew across the vein
In the golden morning glory
The window took the light
When we woke up to our eyes
I picked up an angel
From the wide wide garden behind
And all I had
Was to run. To run across
The shelter line
Run! Run the untold memories of mine
Never remind the sweetness of the wine
Nor the countless rust
I shall bury them in the dusty grave
To wake up and leaving yesterday
Now you know, now you know
All I had was the lone
Summer's lavender
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