She Left Me For The Spring Comments

Passing like the seasons that change throughout the year, my lover left me in seeking a new home
She came to me in winter, but at last, my soul weighted on her like the cold bitterness of snow, and so she left me for the spring
The spring so wonderful-new and fresh like a budding rose. I hope she brings you the feelings, which I could never bring you.
She housed with a young flower, strong and full of life, and I remained in the winter, dead in the limbs of the old oak tree.
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