The Season
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The sweet way you talk to me,Makes me bloom like spring.The natural way you use your smile,It makes me miss the sunThat shone over our skinIn July - last summer.Autumn, the season that suits my mood.We eat ice cream even in winter,Even when it's cold.I like your red cheeks,They match my blouse.I like to feel your handsGlued to my palms.I like to listen to you when you talk,Your gentle voice is the violinThat accompanies my love songsWritten for you.
