My will to perish in the July glow
Can never be met as the sky delivers snow
Neither here nor there
Beauty to be found everywhere
A sight to behold
In the crushing agony of loss to be told
May you rot, my friend
As misery sings us to the end
Credits roll mercifully and bleak
Panning to the final shot: a corpse in the creek
Don't fret, just stand by me
And soon, we'll be as happy as can be
It's too true of two tales in the tomb
Spiderwebs and late bloom
July's glow compounded with bitterness
All much too soon
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