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The change is ever constant; Spring, then summer - Fall's golden leaves. Winter comes, and with it - ...Snow...and bitter cold. Such are the seasons of my heart. Spring...joy and laughter - Summer... brings a calm. Fall is a joyous assurance In the love we have But with the winter Comes a bitter cold... Wrenching! Stabbing at my soul! Gray clouds settle in my heart And it seems Spring will never come Dreama Hildebrand |