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Season Song
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Yellow flowers climb the trellis
in spite of all this rain
Honeyed scraps of summer’s song
in December’s bleak refrain
And though there’s thorns on winter’s lips
to pursue its kiss seems quite inviting
You’re lying low-down out of view
Sky white and milky blue
My thoughts and hands are far from you
And though these thoughts I must dismiss
and just resist the frost that’s biting
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There's a roman at the gates
There's a roman at the gates
Or its rain on my window
Oh don't go
It's streams that cheat my eye
It's streams that cheat my eyes
Making laps across the way
My my
You make the honey
It makes me sick with awe
And like leaves in autumn
I'm easy to fall
Your sticky frame
Your precious frame
Held the post, held the post dear
Held it near
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