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Winter's Plea

Summer! Summer!
Why do you forsake me so, my bride?
The evening tide has left me cold.
The morning breeze with chill unfolds
across the fading sea.
Have you abandoned me?

Summer! Summer!
Why do you rescind your golden light?
The warming brightness shrinks away.
The leaves of green have died today,
replaced with death and snow.
So far away you go.

Summer! Summer!
Can you hear my quiet sorrow, love?
From high above the snowflakes fall,
descending like an icy pall.
Everything has changed.
The world is rearranged.

Summer. Summer.
Now the grey embraces all the world.
The perfect girl I knew is gone.
The darkness has replaced the dawn.
I know now who to blame,
for Winter is my name.

Summer. Summer!
What is this, so green and beautiful?
The trees are full of buds and blooms.
The snowdrifts melt, the warmth resumes,
and there you stand, my wife.
The Summer of my life.

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