I was still living here the day
The summer started to fall apart
Not a complete surrender
But a suspension in the air
It was taken out and shot
There is blood everywhere
And more to come I guess
If the sky is any measure
Sometimes I rush out
Into the street to see the sun
Pass through the cities of the west
And into the seventh heaven
That sea without a surface
Where the darkness starts to glow again
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