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Love maketh its own summer time, / 'Tis June, Love, when we are together, / And little I care for the frost in the air, / For the heart makes its own summer weather.
Love maketh its own winter time, / And though the hills blossom with heather, / If you are not near, 'tis December, my dear, / For the heart makes its own winter weather.