Though birds sing
And spiders dance
The hot July sun takes its toll
No one told me there were days like this
The breeze is little consolation
As we sit and melt in the heat
Temperatures and tempers
Rise and fall with the sun
From a far off perch
His eye caught true beauty
In the form of a girl
He hadn't noticed before
No one told me there were days like this
I'm being tested
I'm being tested
A testament
To my lack of preparedness
No one told me there were days like this
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