Shall I call you a spring’s dawn?
Like the sweet breeze of spring you flow,
And help the buds of love glow.
Shall I you a summer’s day?
The warmth, like the one which the day carries,
Makes my heart go merry.
Shall I call you an autumn’s dusk?
Which sings a mysterious song,
Like the one conspired by the wind and the trees that stand long.
Or shall I call you a winter’s night?
As cold and long, like the silence from your part,
Which freezes my heart.
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