Winter days are here again
and leaves that were green
in September sheen, are
scattered down Lover's Lane;
foliage so vain in the sunlight
is subdued in December rain.
But a song of never-ending love
echoes across the plain...
from season to season
it changeth not, as nature's
story describes the glory,
over and over again.
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