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4 SEASONS OF LOVE:
YOUR HUGS ARE AS SWEET AS THE EARLY MORNING DEW,
EACH AND EVERY TIME I THINK OF YOU.
YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING,
THE LOVE WE SHARE IS AS BRIGHT AS A HARVEST MOON .
THE WARMTH YOU GIVE ME IN MY LIFE,
IS AS HOT AS THE FOURTH OF JULY.
A TENDER TIME OF GROWING UP, GROWING OLD,
IS LIKE A WINTER DAY, THE FALLING OF THE FIRST SNOW.
A TWINKLING OF THE BRIGHTEST STAR,
TELLS ME THE TRUTH OF WHO YOU ARE.
THE TIDES WILL RISE,
THE SEASONS WILL CHANGE.
BUT THE LOVE WE HAVE IS NEVER STRANGE.
EACH AND EVERY TIME I THINK OF YOU.
YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING,
THE LOVE WE SHARE IS AS BRIGHT AS A HARVEST MOON .
THE WARMTH YOU GIVE ME IN MY LIFE,
IS AS HOT AS THE FOURTH OF JULY.
A TENDER TIME OF GROWING UP, GROWING OLD,
IS LIKE A WINTER DAY, THE FALLING OF THE FIRST SNOW.
A TWINKLING OF THE BRIGHTEST STAR,
TELLS ME THE TRUTH OF WHO YOU ARE.
THE TIDES WILL RISE,
THE SEASONS WILL CHANGE.
BUT THE LOVE WE HAVE IS NEVER STRANGE.
Published 27th Jan 2011
| Edited 28th Jan 2011
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