we've had
the autumn
we've had
the winter
we've been
through
spring
here i am
like a kid
sliding
down
to
the
edge
of
summer
touching my
priceless
collection
of the things
i've found
or
digged out
on my
way
to
You
casting it all
to the wind
dance they
and land
back
smiling
on the palm
of my
left
hand
metal casting
my love
around
my
neck
there
must be
four
seasons
they say
and they
must
never
and
seasons
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