Suddenly recalling the past,
as coming to life from within,
I dream of you against my skin,
feelings are in sheer contrast
but the summer days cannot last,
far too swift comes the early night
with flames dancing in the firelight,
I am lonely at the fireplace
while I remember your sweet face,
that disappears, are gone from sight.
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