Don't hug the big mirror
It will never give you warm
It will silently laugh at you
You only see your own reflection
No matter how you do
There is no satisfaction
You will still want the real hug
In the heat of summer
You can wait
The wind will send you message
You will not lose sleep
Maybe hungry to get into it
The chill night of mists
You will want a warm massage
In the heat of summer
A night of painted colors
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