The seasons come and go
Almost
monotonous I know
One
after another, as planned
Like
the sweep of a clock hand
Each
season reminding us all
That
from winter to the fall
Is
yet another year slipped by
A
step closer to when we die
A
depressing thought I know
But
let the seasons come and go
For
I think it would be a crime
If there
was to be no wintertime
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