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| Seasons follow, one by one, Knowing they will have a turn. Each waits till the other's done, Though they have a different yearn. Sometimes they're allowed to show Their own beauty out of turn. Then they have a special glow, Knowing they will praises earn. Previews will not ever last. They are all too quickly done. But when every season's past, Then the next one has begun. | ||
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