.I won't be around to cut your holiday trimmings down
I won't be there to hold your hand
From where I stand you don't appear to need it
And the summer end, like a ruined heir we tried to read it
Don't think we can
A spider you can't catch, a cunning rusty latch
A weatherman .
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