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After Fall comes Winter, and after Winter, Spring
And after Spring, the Summer shows:
A time for everything.
It’s time for us to sing
My love, for each thing that blooms and grows
After Fall comes Winter, and after Winter, Spring
Will the blooming bring us pain, as bees with their sting?
What lies ahead, only Future knows—
A time for everything.
They have a certain ring,
The echoes of some future woes
But After Fall comes Winter, and after Winter, Spring
With you I’d spend those years, whatever they may bring
Life grows us sweetness after the snows:
A time for everything.
We’ll shape our lives so every Bad speeds as if on wing,
We’ll smooth out every wrinkle so each good thing slows and flows
For after Fall will come Winter, and after Winter, Spring
I promise all of this to you — a time for everything.
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