Springtime has bid the world farewell,
And summer followed, too.
The autumn is fast moving on
While winter's time is due.
The world has gone from blithe and light
To dark and wet and cold.
That never used to bother me...
I guess I'm growing old.
Or maybe I just need to rest
And dream of next year's spring,
With all the light, color and joy
That renewed life can bring.
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