Seasons
April showers
Summer's sun
Autumn's breeze
Winter's moon
You were there through them all
I never thought you'd let me fall
Slip through your fingers like the
sands of time
Somehow I thought you'd forever
be mine
So easily deceived was this heart of mine

The seasons change
So do we
But if once again our hearts do meet
You'll know the taste of bittersweet
Let me know what you think
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