Seasons of Love
Our love came in the gentle Spring,
So sweet and fresh and true -
When we were young and unafraid,
And all was clear and new.
It blossomed in the Summertime,
And came to fullest bloom -
We lay beneath the Cedar Tree,
Our love there to consume.
But in the chill of Autumn mist,
It then began to wane -
No longer did we feel the joy,
Nor would we e’er again.
So as the Winter gripped our hearts,
Our hands then slipped apart -
We said goodbye and turned away,
As love did then depart.
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