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A sweet sky overhead, winter over, past it’s due.
Time and again laughs follow, delighted in such victory.
Behind its wake such love and celebration,
the rose opens its first petal, the light shines through those stormy clouds.
Almost out of place, through it all and all.
My love...you’ve come back to me.
Venus turning its gaze,
the corridors filled with whispers of promise,
the storms moves away, then spring seems to enter the fray.
It’s as though we flaunt, a revolution of change of time.
We hold our love, we hold the night in our grasp,
beautiful now, coated stars warm and loving, filled with rewards,
dance blissful under a pale moonlight, prideful in our victory
Leaving behind, leaving the hate, leaving the fear,
my love...you’ve come back. Yes my love....you’ve come back