The opposite of August I'm buried in snow Your body so distant And sorrow flows Thru the beauty in music Makes our love ever glow.
For each time listening I feel you in my bones A permanent imprint Woven thru amazing tunes; Active in the brain cells As I long to re-learn The glory in surrender to The love of that man.
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