Our hearts are cold with you,
Let's ask each other in the shower,
Not for the sake of a good word,
Where does the wind,rain and slush come from,
To us in primordial love,
They broke in a tornado, a hurricane
And chill the blood...
After all, often, this time of year,
Scares people, again and again,
Fallen leaves covering up
Hope, faith,and love..!
R.$.Everything is simple and so difficult in this world,
What is not easy, sometimes to predict
Turn of fate, in which very often,
I have to laugh and cry.
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