Seasons change
Sweet things turn out to bitter.
The rain dissapears and we have to go on.
Seasons change.
Feelings change.
People change.
It is what it is.
And the world continues turning.
Sometimes we have a paradise in our hands
and can't believe our luck
next year we found ourselves in different places
with same pillows in different faces.
The wind is cold and we have to get some shelter.
Our lips are broken and we need to rest
We then miss the face of a pretty girl
and our hearts sing a sad song in silence...
A.
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