June

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I long for June, a summer swoon, I want the fresh air, life and care, I want the deep blue sky, and every time I look into your eyes, Its June, and I feel okay even when I'm in a bad mood, because in the middle of December, I remember, you are my fresh air, you are the one who cares, your eyes are my deep blue skies, no matter the time, you are mine, I long for you, you are my June

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