Sanoja: Trembling Blue Stars. Last Summertime's Obsession.

I found my home now I'm back to drifting
I miss the feeling she gave me of belonging
If I was only going to lose it
In a way I wish I'd never known it

I still want someone that I can't have
But now it's someone that I once had

It no longer matters that I'll never
Kiss the lips, hold the hand
Of last summer's constant companion
Of last summertime's obsession

It's the touch of a different hand I'm missing

Lips I've kissed already that I want to be kissing

I was careless with a precious gift
With what we'd found, with what had come around
I was careless with a precious gift
With what we'd found, with what had come around
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