Seasons
I saw the relaxing triteness of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the camp.
Now restful is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the camp is reposeful.
I saw the beautiful develop of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the spring.
Does the spring make you happy?
does it?
Autumn, however hard it tries,
Will always be cunning.
Does autumn make you happy?
does it?
I cannot help but stop and look at the chilly wintertime.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the wintertime,
Gently it goes - the unfriendly, the cool, the chill.
How happy is the warm summertime!
A summertime is tender. a summertime is excitable,
summertime is close, however.
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