Summer isn't the same without you it's a bitter old cliche but I miss your laughter at the start of spring and I miss your company at the end of day.
Summer isn't the same without you I miss your cunning claws as you bat me away as I teased you into striking my face red raw but smiling.
Summer isn't the same, I miss hearing your voice and seeing you smile,
Just being with you and hanging out a while.
Your laugh was addicting and so was your smile now everything's changing
And I'm stuck in denial.
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