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Seasons

Wintertime is coming on
Summer is almost gone
Blowing through the trees
breaking heaven down to her knees

Looking back it went so fast
How come nothing seems to last?
Plans we made along the way
Seemed to change day to day

Wintertime is closing in
Summer has left with the wind
Blowing through the trees
Shaking heaven and her leaves..