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Seasons The door is open once againSeasons by ~Mrossey
to see the fields beyond.
The white clouds pass by,
as time presses on
The trees shed their leaves
as the wind rustles thorough,
theres no hiding place for me and you.
The birds call,
we hide behind the wall.
as the wind rustles through,
theres no hiding place for me and you.
Black faced beulah's call their young,
one by one they run and run,
The white clouds pass by,
as time presses on.
The sun hangs as a picture in the sky,
highlighting the fields of rye.
As the wind rustles through,
theres no hiding place for me and you.
The bitter air draws near,
As snowflakes fall I peer.
The hi
Eye of Time by ~Mrossey
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