Seasons.

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Summer brought by sun
And winter brought my rain
What does cause my happiness
The prelude to my pain

Spring means go forward
Fall means we leap back
Clocking up nice easy time
The count down to the last

Sun brought my summer
Rain brought me my winter
Darkness makes the world glummer
But I'll be a winner

Forward we do not spring
And back we did quite fall
Summer did a net just bring
Did it catch me?
Not at all.

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