I wrote this on August 7 2009
My Winter mornings are gone by with a phase,
of you and me.
My Spring days are gone by with a craze,
of you and me.
My Summer nights are gone by with a daze,
of you and me.
My Autumn evenings are gone by in different ways,
of you and me.
Season's are changing and so are we,
i think in the end,
it's only you and me.
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