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Seasons circle with no chance to mend Feel the breast of nature come to an end See the soil sift through my hands as I cry and is stripped bare I do not know why Set in motion cold seasons will pass us by Set in motion cold seasons will pass us by Comes a person, through a dream is (this) the key Effects that are altered, be..... as it may We as people, might not be here to stay Set in motion cold seasons will pass us by Set in motion cold seasons will pass us by All good things must come from within, not outside From Letras Mania