Seasons

There is no fall

When you aren’t here

I tried to call

But shed a tear

 

There is no winter

Without your love

I feel like a splinter

Upon a dove

 

There is no spring

Away from you

No wedding ring

Or morning dew

 

There is no summer

Inside this cave

But a lonely drummer

Who guards your grave

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