Seasons passed hard and fast, the young seem not to notice
The season's passed, warm at last, we open like the lotus.
A sunny day, I'm back again, Tomorrow now in focus
Yet empty hand longs to hold it's mirror mate beside us
Growing strong, the willow, bent and bowed it weeps alone
The season's change does haunt us
The season's passed, warm at last, we open like the lotus.
A sunny day, I'm back again, Tomorrow now in focus
Yet empty hand longs to hold it's mirror mate beside us
Growing strong, the willow, bent and bowed it weeps alone
The season's change does haunt us
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