The time for spring is in the air There is love everywhere The passion was like summer's heat Every time that we would meet New love and discovery, is a thrill As time goes on, there is a chill As he searches his thoughts for reasons I can feel - the changing of the seasons New beginnings were autumn, rich golden But the endings are winter, bitter frozenBirth sign: Leo
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