It was spring when we first met
No wonder I couldn't stop looking at you.
A flower, not more than that but even more beautiful.
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seasons
Short StoryWe met in spring and kissed in summer In autumn we danced and in winter, in winter we died
21st of March
It was spring when we first met
No wonder I couldn't stop looking at you.
A flower, not more than that but even more beautiful.
