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December 1997
Autumn will scream from inside of me,
Not a false spring forever please.
Times shall change, like every thing else.
Will you be the same, forty seasons from now?
December 1997
Autumn will scream from inside of me,
Not a false spring forever please.
Times shall change, like every thing else.
Will you be the same, forty seasons from now?