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Summers Past
It's beautiful and painful
it hurts so much... to care
I want to love.... but I have forgotten
misplaced... I don't know where.
"I do love you" I think that's true
I'll know when Summer's past....
For the truest love, through the harshest Winter
Must burn strong and warm, to last.
Simply mesmerizing. It's such a beauty to see how you used the seasons to illustrate what the 'truest' loves must endure. A true masterpiece.