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Sweet SeptemberSweet SeptemberSweet September
Just a few more months before November and the biting ice of cold December But that sweet September she holds so true a last whim of warmth as I hold you That sweet embrace coming not a moment too soon Caressing and holding out summer The love warming, at last, that freezing, unchanging noon Until the autumn frosts nip their few last words before beginning their charade Seeming so kind and understanding then ripping us apart and dragging you away The tears, they fall as the flakes of cold December until the warmth
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*JUST LOVE*
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Atte.
Israël Aubert
Much love!
rock on.
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-hat
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