By the moon as I sit to seek your glory, the white roses I see, creates a new story. Seasons are many their reasons few. What remains is that I will always love you!

By the moon as I sit to seek your glory, the white roses I see, creates a new story. Seasons are many their reasons few. What remains is that I will always love you!
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