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Soak the sun, cinnamon What went wrong, summer song Splinter snag, wind vein ragged Faded trends, summer ends What's that, I thought I heard you say? Lunar scape and cold winds on their way Whistling banshee through the screen Salt air and isolation sting Melon seed-spitting wars Toys lost in the sand Innocence is scorched Summer leaves its brand Bat away a hurricane's eyelash Ushering by the season past Hinting, dapples pinching through my sleeve Intimating that I leave Hurricane, remember me Hurricane, watch over me From this point we roll along Without a trace of summer song