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Summer
summers almost here,
cant wait to bath in the sun,
and play with my son
Winter
Winter was here
Something we all seem to fear
with the burning wind
Fall
The autum leaves fall
From the lutiouse colored trees
blowing threw the park
summers almost here,
cant wait to bath in the sun,
and play with my son
Winter
Winter was here
Something we all seem to fear
with the burning wind
Fall
The autum leaves fall
From the lutiouse colored trees
blowing threw the park