#2 Seasonal Friend

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                               I considered you as my best friend,   

                               But when the sun arose and cleared my vision,

                               I searched for you thinking you would be there,

                               But I found no one,

                               Only my lost shadow,

                               All became so vivid and clear,

                               For I was nothing but a ''seasonal friend''.                

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