August songs are coming in
One by one they leave their roads
Sunshine giving with their spin
Sharing moments with their loads
There are not yet starry nights
Only perfumed evening scent
Happy longings no burning plights
Everything is quite well meant
Songs of heart in perfect bound
Crossing ways that haven't done
Eyes of wondering inside found
Everything that gives its fun
Desperation will not show up
Only thoughts that peacefully lie
Drinking the pleasures in its cup
Never catching the sullen sky
Whispering never a disappoint
Paranoid that in darkness comes
Happy existence together joint
Through the scales of mood hums
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