You have summer in your heart,
And so much spring in your life,
That sometimes I wonder,
If you've ever even seen ice,
The wonders of the snow,
When you don't fear the cold,
When your heart is as chilly,
As a frozen winter's stone,
But maybe you've learnt,
To see the pretty flakes,
To brush the snow off,
From the freckles of your face,
And maybe you've moved on,
To a sunnier and bright place,
When you can sing aloud,
Without being disgraced,
And maybe now you walk,
With a spring in your step,
Not worrying about the rain,
But enjoying the dew instead.
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