I love both Winter and Spring Simply because each of them means Something to me anytime... Your Winter and your Spring are totally Different from mine anytime... Your Winter is not like any Winter Which we know anytime and Your Spring is not that ideal Spring Which I might fall in love with... Your Winter is stormy and crazy more than that Winter which we come by every year... Your Spring is not Spring we go to anytime... My Winter is pretty although It's full of a lot of strange things and My Spring is always unique with its Pretty roses and those wonderful flowers... My Winter and my Spring is different totally from Yours simply because they are two parallel lines That never meet even if they try to do this... ______________________________________________________________________
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