Wandering a sylvan paradise
we would relish in our colorful world.
We were so happy; us the forest would entice.
Soaking up the cloud's lust,
we would lay in fields of grass.
Nothing upon Earth's crust
nor below could separate this lad and lass.
We loved autumn, for winter was soon here.
I loved autumn because of you, my dear.
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