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Seasons
May the winters harsh winds sweep you off your feet.
Send you spiralling out of this town.
May the summer sunshine cremate you, leaving ashes in the place where you once so proudly stood.
May the autumn leaves be raked away with all my memories of you.
May it be that by the time spring comes, you'll be gone forever and completely
So it'd be time to start afresh
Send you spiralling out of this town.
May the summer sunshine cremate you, leaving ashes in the place where you once so proudly stood.
May the autumn leaves be raked away with all my memories of you.
May it be that by the time spring comes, you'll be gone forever and completely
So it'd be time to start afresh
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This is just from English class. I thought it would be a good short and sweet story to mark the fact I just signed up here. A comment left would be totally awesome.- Santi