The seasons
My summers are pain, in autumn I'm gasping for air hoping for snow, my winters are lonely melancholy and my spring is screaming suffering.
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My summers are pain, in autumn I'm gasping for air hoping for snow, my winters are lonely melancholy and my spring is screaming suffering.
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