Old people holding hands , in the autumn . Them, laughing , not frolic . Walk through the forest in the elderly , in such a winter . Their relative and not embracing . The wet day , you and I walk in the spring where . We , frolic , not laughing . This tough day , we walk in the summer where . We , embracing , and not a phase . I looked at the fall and winter , and then to say to you . You see old people ...... I thought you would not mind, but , suddenly blurting . We will grow old .
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