Theres too much winter in my life
I am tired of the damp
I want to be scorched clean
Oy give me the golden fields of early summer
Men take power from the sun
I want to be scorched clean
The ice of love thaws and slips
Between my fingers
I care little for spring's naive games
It's too late for innocence
In the summer of my life I want to burn
Oy, I want to be scorched clean
Oy, I want to be scorched clean
Where is the sun for me
Oy, I want to be scorched clean
About the Creator
M.
Half-time writer, all time joker. M. Maponi specializes in speculative fiction, and speculates on the best way to get his shit together.
Author of "Reality and Contagion" and "Consultancy Blues"
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