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I don't know why-
Let me just try-
Our Seasons come
And for no reasons 
They dry
Our Times come
And for true reasons
They change
Our Opportunities come
And for more reasons they turn

When seasons end
Its hard to know
For
We cant let go of them
Even when they cease to rain
We still think they reign
We badly want them to remain
So we carry the pain
This pain

We however
Get used of the laughter
We fail to see the shattered 
Routes
We stick on the passed path
We expect the last rain drop 
However we drop
drop
And drop
drop
we become
The 
Drop

We 
Cry for the lost
Even when nothing is left 
Left to cheer on 
Our nature remains
We want started seasons to stay
For reasons we clearly cant say
we get fond of former seasons each day
And postpone later ones meant for us to praise
We stick to the path
Meant for our past
We stay lost 
In love never found

We all do
Love the same routines 
Cry for the same people
Fight for the same things
Same seasons 
Same reasons

When a season ends
We cling on its memories
And before we know
A new season is wrecking away
When love ends
We stick on the same pleas 
And before we know
A flesh love is breaking away
A new song grows old
A new job gets boring
A new friendship stinks
Just because our past 
We dearly hold

Shadows haunt us
Our future goes captive
Our past reigns
We still go analog
Still hold on the bulk junk in our memories
Just because digital is costly
We still pay our treasures to our past 
Our precious tears fall
Just because our hearts still cling on..
To people who came in our lives
For specific reasons
And for one
Season
A
Stand 
Up
Season

Our great fears 
Just became our masters
We don't know
Where our courage went
That strength to wipe the tears away
To love
Again
And Again
And again
Till
The
Rain
We
All
Long
To
Hold
Has
Finally
Fallen
Our 
Love
Has
Finally
Grown
To 
That
Of 
The
Cross
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