Seasons

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As the leaves on trees fall
You are to learn who you are
When the snow still looks white
Your heart begins to glow as bright

Snow soon starts to melt away but
Thought of warmth keeps you at bay
Now you see the shining sun in
the hottest time of the month

Wishing the coldness to come
back but now it's to late to recognize
the lack of notice

The unknown is what you fear the most

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