four lines of freedom
Sigh, sigh! You whisper, The trees are bare!
And you are still loving me without a care.
Yes, yes! I reply. My seasons are one,
To me you are perfect and can do no wrong.
Sigh, sigh! You whisper, The trees are bare!
And you are still loving me without a care.
Yes, yes! I reply. My seasons are one,
To me you are perfect and can do no wrong.
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