We used to talk for hours on end.
I called you Love; you called me Friend.
But then the Autumn turned to grey,
And you found less and less to say.
Your heart turned cold when Winter came;
And yet I love you all the same!
Do you now leave me in the dust?
But go your way; I know you must.
When you return, I'll still be here;
I'll see you in the Springtime, dear.
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