One summer night,
in Mid-July,
always seems to pass me by.
I beg and beg and beg and plead,
that she would notice me,
just this one summer night.
but someday i fear,
that this love and feeling i hold so dear,
only worsen myself as i tumble down,
this one summer night.
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