Nov 2021
Every autumn going into winter
I remember spring going into summer
and long for the smell of the meadows
and the happy songs of the birds
I will hold that memory until
winter has passed
I remember spring going into summer
and long for the smell of the meadows
and the happy songs of the birds
I will hold that memory until
winter has passed
(69/M/Wales)
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