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She was like the four seasons Changing month by month And she in turn changed who I was When I met her once The day I met her was in spring When all the world was in bloom She wiped the tears off of my face And chased away the gloom In summertime she was the sun My world was burning bright She held me tight when we would sleep And chased away the night Then autumn came in on a breeze My girl was rich and bold She wrapped blankets around my skin And chased away the cold But when winter came creeping upon us The lady could bear it no longer Told me "I can't always be your crutch." I begged her "But I'm getting stronger!" All the wounds she had mended The damage inside would unfurl I had finally found me a lover But I chased away my girl
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Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 11:19 PM UTC
The Broken Man Wasn't Broke
She was like the four seasons Changing month by month And she in turn changed who I was When I met her once The day I met her was in spring When all the world was in bloom She wiped the tears off of my face And chased away the gloom In summertime she was the sun My world was burning bright She held me tight when we would sleep And chased away the night Then autumn came in on a breeze My girl was rich and bold She wrapped blankets around my skin And chased away the cold But when winter came creeping upon us The lady could bear it no longer Told me "I can't always be your crutch." I begged her "But I'm getting stronger!" All the wounds she had mended The damage inside would unfurl I had finally found me a lover But I chased away my girl
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Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 11:19 PM UTC
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