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Seasons


It was fall when we met, but in winter i fell. In spring the sun set, but in summer you could tell. 

I fell for you in the sweetest delight. I remember us talking in the middle of the night.

We gazed at the stars, for hours it seemed. This love was ours, you were more than i had dreamed.

You taught me how to reach for the skies, and I you with rose colored eyes.

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