In summer's embrace, we never sorrowed for the coming of autumn and its cold pageantry.
The velvet luster in your eyes glowed like jade under moonlight.
Fear diminished when your lips were sparkling with a pale flame.
A sunset that was both pink and orange.
A mystical meeting of ethereal spirits in the orchard where you wept azure tears.
You are the reason for such delight and beauty but you fade too often.
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