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LOVE HAS A SEASON
It
is
early
October.
Late
afternoon
light
silvering
the tree tops
blowing on
the hillsides
all around in
mist rising
from somewhere
far away...
Last summer
one afternoon
here on greener
grass
I drew you to me,
forgetful love has
a season, a torment
greater than
between kisses...
is
early
October.
Late
afternoon
light
silvering
the tree tops
blowing on
the hillsides
all around in
mist rising
from somewhere
far away...
Last summer
one afternoon
here on greener
grass
I drew you to me,
forgetful love has
a season, a torment
greater than
between kisses...
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