Seasons Flow
The leaves all change color and fall to the ground.
Darkness covers the sky and softens does the sound.
Over head the moon and the stars are shinning bright.
With a chill the winds blow through the night.
Winter is creeping slowly into our town.
You can tell by the way everything turns brown.
Soon there will be nothing outside except cold and maybe some snow. But this is the way the seasons flow.
Darkness covers the sky and softens does the sound.
Over head the moon and the stars are shinning bright.
With a chill the winds blow through the night.
Winter is creeping slowly into our town.
You can tell by the way everything turns brown.
Soon there will be nothing outside except cold and maybe some snow. But this is the way the seasons flow.
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