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Season of hate
Should I compare you to a spring morning
You are as harsh as the rains cold venom
Spring allows growth and warmth you cause scorning
Spring leaves when asked you outstay your welcome

Would I compare you to autumn’s sunrise
Autumn always takes its end peacefully
Somehow you take the end as a surprise
Fall lets the past fall you end forcefully  

Could I compare you to summers sunset
Summer should always brings joy and freedom
But with you summer comes with us upset
So why have I caged myself to boredom


So why do I keep comparing your fate  
For you are only the season of hate

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