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I begin to fall for you in Autumn So I won't be cold in the Winter. But my fears and doubts bloom in Spring, Leaving me lonely in Summer.
I told all my secrets to A boy in a green sweater. We had never spoken before But we found one another Under a big oak tree. I found solace in his caramel eyes And his vibe that was like my own.