It is the springtime of my loving - the second season I am to know
You are the sunlight in my growing - so little warmth I´ve felt before.
It isn´t hard to feel me glowing - I watched the fire that grew so low.
It is the summer of my smiles - flee from me Keepers of the Gloom.
Speak to me only with your eyes. It is to you I give this tune.
winds
watched
things
would
torch
sunlight
summer
gloom
glowing
smiles
before
coldness
cursed
winter
warmth
little
speak
thought
loving
these
never
growing
quotient
keepers
recognize
wonder
emotion
season
seasons
mystery
second
devotion
clear
springtime
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