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I have never done a thing
To deserve freshly picked petals
Upon white, upon pink afterglow

I have never known a way
To preserve strands of Autumn colors
Except through blurry memory's touch

I have never breathed a kiss like yours
Sweet as sunshine and mild as Summer
So early into Spring's vestibule

And even though I vaguely remember
What it was like in November
Shivering softly under your wings

I know that seasons don't change a thing
Because my heart still knows your name
And my love remains the same