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a. Summer |
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Late in the summer when the cottonwood dies |
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The fields are on fire with green bottleflies |
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And I'm still seeing reflections of me in your eyes |
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And why did you leave last summer |
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Now, the seasons are changing from summer to fall |
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And I've still got that picture hung on my wall |
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And there's so much forgotten and too much recalled |
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And why did you leave at all |
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b. Winter |
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Standing beside you mid-winter day |
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Hearts beating close together |
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Wishing that we'd found some way to make |
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That moment last forever |
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Standing silent--laughing--breathing steam |
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Gazing down into a freezing stream... |
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I saw the face of a child |
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I saw the face of a child |
