august, i'll see you soon under yellow moons where i'll gather what's left of you. and august, i'm on your side. or did i speak to soon? now we've crossed the great divide. someday we'll meet beyond the stars and it'll be away from here. someday we'll meet beyond the time and the bars and it will be away from here.
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