It was springtime when we first sat here
Summer when our love we first declared
Now autumn, and alas my love has disappeared
Memories I still hold dear.
It was springtime when we first sat here
Summer when our love we first declared
Now autumn, and alas my love has disappeared
Memories I still hold dear.
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We must cherish it all: the big, the little, the fleeting…
Lovely, Crispina!
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Thank you, Dale 🙂 🙂 🙂
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😊
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Sweets and poignant
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Thank you, Frank. It’s another that wrote itself! 🙂
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