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The Seasons Of Love
Oh the seasons of love,
it all begins like the first warm breeze of spring in may,
the grass wet with dewdrops,
like the first kiss of love's new day,
as the bitter cold of winter,
finally melts away,
and when the dogwood tree flowers,
summer is on its way,
Its never ceasing sunlight,
and golden fields of grain,
like the heated passion of new lovers as together, as one they lay,
until the first oriole sings its autumn song,
to the first cold september day,
the leaves all turn to amber gold,
like the fleeting twilight of love,
too precious to ever stay,
then as the last leaf has fallen until only the evergreens remain,
the cold embrace of winter is upon us,
with its barren fields and short days,
then darkness fills the place where two lovers used to lay...
Oh to the seasons of love...
