The Springing

Tonight is the springing of my loving;
The final season you are to know.
You could be the shine to my growing;
So little light I've seen before.
 
Tomorrow will blossom your emotion;
And like the tide, they rise and fall.
You are the mystery of devotion.
But inside us all, the piper will call.
And so he shall.
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