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s p r i n g

she revived the dead trees
that Winter took from me
and replaces my dark nights
with the warm sun

but sometimes I wake up to those same old nights that Winter have me
and she doesn't know whether she wants to stay with him or move on with Summer

but she usually makes me fell warm
unlike he did
but sometimes I feel like I never left him