A Letter (Overture)

People think of love
And they think of endless sunlight
And flowers in full bloom
People think of love
But love isn't a painting
Or a moment, or a season
Love is more like a garden
And when the winter passes, you're rewarded
The garden blooms, just as it always will
If you take care of it



Credits
Writer(s): Marta Palombo
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