colours slowly fade away
in this season of shades
the beautiful trees are changing into thin, dark remnants of summer
their branches slowly becoming bare
winter approaches with crippling cold
there will be death
if dreams could be real
you'd live
we'd walk in the park, smiling
but spring's here again
and you are not
you'd live
we'd walk in the park, smiling
but spring's here again
and you are not
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