Whisper me a gown of winter,
Sing for me a mask of spring.
Laugh aloud gloves of autumn,
Speak of summer in a ring.
For you I wear my garb of seasons,
Made of voice, with lines so bright.
Take me to the ball of reasons,
Dance with me all through the night.
(thanks again to Kleph. he knows why.)
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