I loved a maid as green as spring, with sunrise in her hair.
I loved a maid as fair as summer, with sunlight in her hair.
I loved a maid as red as autumn, with sunset in her hair.
I loved a maid as white as winter, with moonglow in her hair.
I loved a maid throughout the years, now left with nothing, but despair.The Seasons of My Love. Sweet and sad, if you understand the words. –Inspiration
The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don’t always spoil the good things and make them unimportant.
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