August afternoon and the airs aflame
softly on the breeze, thought I heard your name
this morning Id have thought
that it looked like rain
but these clouds have ways of playing games
whether you are weather like
clouds appear and clouds roll by
but if you stay within my sight,
fall in love I just might
yesterday you touched me and I felt the flame
but now the sparks gone out
and its cold again
this morning Id have thought
that it looked like rain
but youve got your ways
oh of playing games
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