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Echoes of summers past
Laughter with each step
Carefree times with those we love
Warm days and breezy nights
But as we take from nature's breast
And give back so little
Soon she decides it is time
And takes again what once was hers
The laughter dies
The carefree time has come and gone
She is not neat in what she takes
And we are loathe to give it
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Don't blame me. I didn't vote for either of'em.
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