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I like to think of that fall

You fell for me a little here

I pulled back a hair

i like to think of the spring

Fresh and hopeful

I felt you there.

The summer is a blur

Fast, sudden, taking over

Falling so easily into

Autumn.

With me still hoping

And sometimes coping

The winters' coming,

And always above us

Mindlessly playing

Snow falling

Over and over.

Will you stay (back in my head)

Or do I cut you down

The weed that won't stop growing