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The Seasons of Love
I never knew how green it would make me, the seasons of love.
until I felt the warmth of your hand and my flowers blooming under your touch.
there was nothing like it and like a desperate honeybee i wanted more..
But slowly we realized we were no longer blooming.
Shocked and stunned we went into fall colder than ever.
The leaves have fell twice since then and both times I haven't seen you.
I used to cry but now I am comforted in the winter by the warmth of another.
If you wanted me you would have fell with me, and we would have gotten up stronger than ever but that season has already passed hasn't it?
until I felt the warmth of your hand and my flowers blooming under your touch.
there was nothing like it and like a desperate honeybee i wanted more..
But slowly we realized we were no longer blooming.
Shocked and stunned we went into fall colder than ever.
The leaves have fell twice since then and both times I haven't seen you.
I used to cry but now I am comforted in the winter by the warmth of another.
If you wanted me you would have fell with me, and we would have gotten up stronger than ever but that season has already passed hasn't it?
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