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It's Summer,
and the excitement is as hot as the July sun that beats down on the one who burns easy, but loves the tan anyway.
It's Fall,
and the mystery is as vibrant as the October leaves that float down about the one who fights the wind, but loves being outdoors anyway.
It's Winter,
and the feeling is as frozen as the January river that streams from the eye of the one who catches a cold, but loves the snow anyway.
It's Spring,
and the hope is as inspiring as the April flowers that bloom around the one who gets rained on, but loves picnics anyway.
It's Constant,
and the cycle is as magical as the New Year that renews the life of the one who lives for love, but doesn't understand anyway.
It's Tragedy,
and the heart is as full as can be-
engulfing the one who can't win anyway.