the rain has stopped
but memories keep pouring
flooding till my house drowns
...
this summer
the river changed its course
by the old shore the empty urns lie waiting
...
the green leaves have turned yellow and fallen
sitting beneath my favourite tree
first time in the year i see so much sky
...
i know winter has come
when i see the purple furs in the glittering shops
and the shivering beggars by the roads
...
one flower for each of my dreams
spring brings for me every year
the most beautiful flower among them, i give to you
but memories keep pouring
flooding till my house drowns
...
this summer
the river changed its course
by the old shore the empty urns lie waiting
...
the green leaves have turned yellow and fallen
sitting beneath my favourite tree
first time in the year i see so much sky
...
i know winter has come
when i see the purple furs in the glittering shops
and the shivering beggars by the roads
...
one flower for each of my dreams
spring brings for me every year
the most beautiful flower among them, i give to you
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