the heat will rush right to my head
it's not enough that you're right here
i fear the times when you're not near
awakening i feel doom and dread
my bed seems turned into a bier
the heat will rush right to my head
above us a clear sky's been spread
the green below is what seems queer
this still point of the speeding year
the heat will rush right to my head
20 June 2007
at the æstival solstice
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