In Sour Seasons
In sour seasons, learn to sing and smile;
worries hold weakness in its wake,
making a man go an extra mile
In sour seasons. Learn to sing and smile
even in the face of betrayers and bile.
Always try to bow and bend… don’t break
In sour seasons. Learn to sing and smile,
worries hold weakness in its wake.
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