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On a cold Winters night
his love is so warm
In the Spring he rises too early
which adds to his woes
On a hot Summer night
he can raise up a storm
In the Autumn his love
droops like a wilted red rose..
© Hazel
On a cold Winters night
his love is so warm
In the Spring he rises too early
which adds to his woes
On a hot Summer night
he can raise up a storm
In the Autumn his love
droops like a wilted red rose..
© Hazel
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