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Winter conspires to consume the fires of summer love.
Snowflakes are itching to undo the stitching of our blue skies.

We danced in the days of love.
Where's our blue skies?

Thickets are swelling. Their tendril mass dwelling upon our path.
Gray haze of twilight construes rays of sunlight to weakened beams.

We danced in the days of love.
Where's our blue skies?

Please, can you tell me now who froze the stream?
Please, can you tell me now who froze the stream?
Whereupon we leaned against wildwood trees.
And where the whispering water had Bouyanced our dreams.

I swear that no matter what this season brings...
I swear that no matter what this season brings...
I'll remember these days and our erstwhile ways.
And the whispering water that Bouyanced our dreams.

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