It blows a snowing gale in the winter of the year; The boats are on the sea and the crews are on the pier.The needle of the vane, it is veering to and fro,A flash of sun is on the veering of the vane.Autumn leaves and rain,The passion of the gale.

Love can heal a broken heart.

Source Unknown

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