✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ 🦋Lyrics: 🐳BlueWhale✨ 🩵Music Arrangements: rooff All Lyrics & Music: Copyright © 2026 BlueWhale & rooff All Rights Reserved ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ Love arrives Without warning, Without permission. In May we met— Two or three, Little red, little blue, Then little white. The wind dissolves into the ocean. Our sorrows, black crows, Still circle above Van Gogh’s golden field, Never crossing the ocean of longing. The July wind. The August sky. I left my love And my shadows behind. In May we met— Two or three, Little red, little blue, Then little white. The wind dissolves into the ocean. The crows are quieter now. Van Gogh’s golden field Still remembers us. In the last hour of July, I packed my broken soul. Every version of myself Finally lined up, Fitting perfectly Into my suitcase of yesterday. The July wind. The August sky.
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