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The summer sounds like lavender
This memory tastes like a nine
Ten, eleven steps to the front door
But how it felt like a mile

It rained all morning
But by noon the sun came with a warning
To move towards you and by evening
I was swirling in red wine ‘round your living room

And I do believe I left my heart
At the bottom of that glass of tempranillo
Gathering dust on the coffee table

There's 88 ways through my mind
Like the lines furrowed down a vinеyard
One is the ebony tuckеd in your ivory eyes
And the wrinkles along their outskirts

And it's so disarming
To think of you and August, so fondly
How it bore our fruits and how we dangled
From the grapevine in full bloom

And I do believe I left my heart
At the bottom of that glass of tempranillo
Gathering dust on the coffee table


I'm gathering dust on your coffee table

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