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Summer’s hiding over there – 

Behind the hill, but in your eyes

I see the summer’s dreamy skies

You breathe, I feel its ambient air

And in your laugh I hear the spring

Cuckoos, rustlings, everything

And in the rich hue of your hair

The autumn heaves its gold brown mass

The seasons crowd my lovely lass – 

With changes everywhere.

But give me winter, cold but true

For that’s where I am now with you. 

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