Seasons

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Love is like the spring

Its blossoms but when winter hits its dead

Hate its like fall

The leafs fall and get crushed by people

Happiness is like the summer

Beautiful in the morning while when come night the stars shine

But sadness its all seasons

Like the summer hot and damp

Winter cold and alone

Spring rainy days and cold night

And when fall comes

Short days with the sun

And long nights when you are around darkness all the time

Seasons

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