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"I won't sit still for another moment with you", I said; sleeping in other lovers' beds, living by every second we spent between the sweetest fall and the coldest winter.

With spring coiled gently in the bases of our shadows, we had but half a season to share. Staring blankly as you took my hand, you moved with the grace of time; time as only time could portray, time as she faded away. Summer looming behind the silhouettes we've drawn for ourselves, we burned too bright to stay together; you as the year and I, the season.

Of all the words to say in parting, it was "don't you fade away."