Changing

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Summer never came back
It was never the same each year
Times change
And people change with them
No fall held the same crunchy leaves as the next.
No spring grew perfect
As we had expected each year
No winter snowed
As much as the last.
No people were glued to you
And no words held the same meaning
When spoken
Over time
Changing
Always
Changing

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