The fall of the seasons,
Are absent from reason,
At one we freeze,
To burning degrees,
Perplexed avoiding feeling beaten.
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The fall of the seasons,
Are absent from reason,
At one we freeze,
To burning degrees,
Perplexed avoiding feeling beaten.
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