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Seasons come and seasons go,
Telling us that time does flow.
Winter, spring, Summer, then fall;
Reminding us we’ll lose it all.
Dreary days and lonesome nights,
No matter how hard one may fight.

Seasons come and seasons go,
Telling us that time does flow.
Rain may fall and sun may shine,
Reminding us we’re short on time.
And though it may seem rather strange
To sit and watch the weather change,
Thinking that time runs fast,
Only dwelling on our past.
Faces change and maybe places,
Yet all remains the same.

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