you miss the summer when sun blinked through trees,
the blue grainy sky and saturated leaves,
Running through meadows with your grubby knees, and,oh,
Glances back and smiles from me,
The corn swaying about you, the whirr of a colourful life, the world burnt, it burnt,
And autumn comes back, vacuum packed,
A blank wall where the good times should go,
It's burnt away, no, oh no!
Gone! It's gone! And all you have is a super 8 film, reeling through your head, to remind you of your lo-fi summer,
Oh, it's gone, it's gone..
Your low fidelity summer has gone!
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