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i loved you in the morning

dumped you at midnight

who knew true love was so strife?

guess you really don't know someone

but in this cruel summer

it stings a bit more

you're a ten and im a four

i don't want you anymore

cause in this wicked winter

i'm the liar

i didn't put out the fire

but in this seldom spring

it's you, I want with me

i don't want a man

i don't need these plans

cause in the rustic fall

i gave you my all

in these passing seasons

there are no more reasons