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| Seasons come and then they go. Somehow they all seem to know When to come and when to leave So that we don't have to grieve. There's a time for everything! Time to cry and then to sing. Look each moment in the eye. You can love it if you try. Be prepared for it to change As it's moving out of range. | ||
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