If it had just been your love,
Dayenu.
If it had just been your smile,
Dayenu.
If it had just been the sound of your laughter carried on the easy wind, left in the wake of your leaving, never to return to that sunny day we shared in a pagoda surrounded with flowers in bloom and birds in the air, with the sweet sounds of summer coming to an end and welcoming the dying breath of fall, as all good things must succumb to time which wears away all aspects of life, ushered into the cold darkness of winter to someday dream of spring,
Dayenu
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