The gardener only shows up
When he feels like it anymore
The cook has given notice
Leaving a few recipes behind
And the cleaning lady vanished
Never to be seen again last year
Somewhere behind the books
But putting all of that aside
I yearn to know how
You are managing
On the other side can you
Come spend the summer with me
Or must I come to you
On waves of warmth
These summer nights
Searching for your star
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