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Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was that something that you said?
Is that sound of distant drumming
or just fingers of your hand?
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
You were suddenly aware
That the summer leaves were tuing
To the color of her hair
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