SEASONS OF TEARS
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you cry on me |
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like hot summer sun |
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and the trees, like me, |
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still continue |
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to take the love |
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burning love |
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like your fire love |
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and you cry on me |
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like golden autumn leaves |
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and i, like the dying grass, |
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still continue |
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to bear your weight |
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yet you'll crush me in time |
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along with your |
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killing frost |
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and you cry on me |
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like cold winter rain |
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while the birds, like me, |
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still continue |
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to peck upon the crumbs |
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so rightfully theirs |
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so rightfully mine |
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and you've cried on me |
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for so long; i've been foolish |
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but i don't mind, i just |
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keep on going |
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so call me the wind now |
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for there's nothing left |
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in springtime. |
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