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On the way home….

On my way home , I met a girl called Winter,                                                                                                                   Her eyes were like frost and her skin was cold as Antarctica,                                                                                      Her hair was white and covered with snowflakes,                                                                                                         She whispered into the coldness.

On my way home, I met a boy called Autumn,                                                                                                                His clothes were made of autumn leaves, they danced in the breeze,                                                                His eyes were filled with laughter and happiness.

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