No summer cries
As winter does not smile
No autumn writes a happy song
Spring laughs at my mortal tears
How I want to feel again
Other than the sadness
However, I weep for my lover
That used to be you
And the tears compose a verse
As loneliness becomes a friend
It lifts its pen
And it doesn’t wait for the words
To tell me weep not my dear
You are never alone
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