Won't you come again
My Spring
With enticing look
To rouse my dead heart from deep sleep?
Won't you come again
My Rain
With your soft soothing touch
To cleanse the layers of dirt piled in my heart?
Won't you come again only once
To fill my chilly Winter with sunny moments
With your graceful gestures and pious presence,
To compensate those dead moments with a drop of romance?
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