Summertime is warm, they say and it's cold in the winter Springtime showers come in May and Autumn breeze in September I used to think of life this way until last December Seasons, years, months and days matter to me no longer Each dawn is just another day full of clouds no laughter Each night only another way to lose myself in slumber Sometimes it's so hard to contain this longing, this hunger Love goes hand in hand with pain I've come to discover Each time cupid's bow is raised he really should consider that love is not a simple game heartbreak scars forever Perhaps in time this love will fade but one thing I know I'm sure I'm living my life in vain without you my sweet lover.
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