Dahlia Rose

Introduction

It is the springtime of my loving, the second season I am to know.
You're the sunlight in my growing, so little warmth I've felt before.
It isn't hard to feel me glowing, I watched the fire that grew so low.

It is the summer of my smiles, flee from me keepers of the gloom.
Speak to me only with your eyes, it is to you I give this tune.
Ain't so hard to recognize, these things are clear to all from time to time.

I've felt the coldness of my winter.
I never thought it would ever go.
I cursed the gloom that set upon us.
But I know, that I love you so.
But I know, that I love you so.

These are the seasons of emotion, and like the winds they rise and fall.
This is the wonder of devotion, I see the torch we all must hold.
This is the mystery of the quotient, upon us all a little rain must fall.
Just a little rain.

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Stereotypes

	"Poets, freedom fighters, tree-huggers."
	"Warriors of Gaia, honorable, fierce, beautiful."
	"Run."
	"It's never too late."
	"I love John Carpenter's Vampires."
	"Of course I read Harry Potter. Hermione was always right."
	"Like Tinkerbell? I adore her."