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sun smudged, peach moon
softer than an ice cream cone in june
why is that thunder strikes so perfectly at night?
what you do is what you choose,
but consider consequences when you lose
(i dont care, ay ya ya ya ya ya)
all my life ive been waiting for
a sign to say move on
adn tonight
the salt thats in the air just feels right
sun smudged peach moon
softer than an ice cream cone in june
why is it that
thunder purrs so strikingly at night