Late nights,
Summer heats,
Under cherry we shelter.
The day bleeds away - sit back,
Blue, purple, red, orange, black.
Meet my gaze, two eyes gold,
I’ve got a game, a challenge - are you sold?
Bitter Coffee and Playful Banter,
What could be better?
Late nights,
Summer heats,
Under cherry we shelter.
The day bleeds away - sit back,
Blue, purple, red, orange, black.
Meet my gaze, two eyes gold,
I’ve got a game, a challenge - are you sold?
Bitter Coffee and Playful Banter,
What could be better?
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