In the seasons of the heart.
Love springs verdant, born of joy
And twines us as one part.
But all things fade
And Springtime does depart;
Brave summer's sun shines down
On the summer of brave hearts.
And love's sweet petals bloom
Yet in the end they pall,
For the wind blows keen from
Clouded skies,
The rain begins to fall.
Yet all things fade,
Mere rain is chilled to sleet;
The heart's heart knows too well the cold;
The seasons are complete.
For love's tumultuous chords rang forth,
Yet in the end all fell,
Our heart beats sound no more as one
Yet ever beat, 'farewell'.
Yes all things fade
Yet never wholly do depart,
For always faint strains of our love
Sound in the quiet heart.
When the heart's heart finding stillness
Finds the inner voices clear,
Hearts sing the songs of happiness,
Hearts sing the songs of tears.
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