Play with me as you always did,

of false promises

And neglected vows.

 

Blossom it will, as it always did;

Of fresh mornings

And sweet memories.

 

Fondly remember me, as you always did;

In silent prayers

And midnight whispers.

 

Fail me, as you always did;

Travelling hurriedly

singing a melancholic song.

 

For the winter will give away to spring, as it always did.

For the snow retains enough warmth to beckon the rain.

For the branches have enough strength,

To support the wings of a new leaflet.

As it always did.

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