Seasons
Like the sowing seeds
Of the sycamore tree
Amore within
And generating.
If love is a season
Ours must be spring
But I’ll still come calling
When autumn leaves
Begin falling
Of the sycamore tree
Amore within
And generating.
If love is a season
Ours must be spring
But I’ll still come calling
When autumn leaves
Begin falling
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