When the weather turns cold,
And the green leaves to gold.
Oh how I will miss,
Our very first kiss!
When the weather turns cold,
And the green leaves to gold.
Oh how I would go back,
To dusk of the first year
And revisit the poem that you wrote just for my ears to hear!
When the weather turns cold,
And the green leaves to gold.
Oh how I will miss,
Our countless walks in the hushed garden!
When the weather turns cold,
And the green leaves to gold.
Oh how I will dream,
Of the feelings of lust that I held for you!
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