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I fell for you looking into the eye of your hurricane 

The force of your storm surrounds me 

With a promise of destruction 

But I treasure the moment of calm

That I found in all your madness

Summertime Sadness

Humidity is dripping the mascara from my lashes to my eyes. It burns almost as much as my feet do walking across the unshaded boards of the front porch.

I missed the downpour that flooded the roads in minutes, but all traces of the rain are gone now. Even the grass had dried.

We're all as tired of summer as it is of us. Please let us part ways soon.