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 We will all try to live or die by the season in the sky while some wonder why. The Solstice. It will take some patience to all get along and know right from wrong as the seasons grow long. I remember you when the world was new, how I went my way before the breaking day not knowing I would be paying, that the memories would stay always. Until the season in the sky Breathes the last sigh. And something will tell me when to send - It's time to just say "hello" again. |
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