We had no foreign summer
Just some purple in the road
I took myself outside
And watched the owls groan

I couldn't concentrate on pages whose corner
I'd already turned
And I couldn't concentrate on faces
I'd already learned

The back of your hand
The top of your head
The side of your face laying
Beside me in bed
1, 2, 3, 4

Augusts are the hottest month to
Stay inside through
Count my lines, I'm satisfied

September can't begin to begin again
If you won't let the season end
One hundred times, I'm satisfied

I wrote about a stranger
'Til he was no longer strange
I recognized his footstep
And knew how to spell his name

I thought through every sentence
'Til no mystery remained
And I turned to my honey
And I often, once again
Loved him again
Again, again, again


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