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The Season

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Once a year it comes
The season of peace
Differences are set aside
Past bitterness forgotten

How the year does fly
It passes all of us by
Leaving us with the future
Preparing us for the season

Once a year we try
To give from deep inside
Ignoring our own desires
Hoping to brighten another

How the year does fly
It passes all of us by
Leaving us with the future
Preparing us for the season

A year without a friend
One that really cares
Leaves one always empty
A hole that can�t be filled

How the years fly by
The time passes all of us by
Leaving those we�ve met
Preparing us for others

What does the future hold?
No one can really tell
What matters is now
The past can hold its own

How the year does fly
It passes all of us by
Leaving us with the future
Preparing us for the season

Don�t let a friend go
Hold them like a gem
Keep them always close
No matter what the season
 
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