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Summer's happy shine
oh isn't it fine
Winter's cold rain
makes you vain

Spring's loving breeze
doesn't want to freeze
Autumn's harsh wind
can make you blind

But they all say
From you to stay
All agree on the same
that you are not tame

A heart that walks
to no one talks
For on the wild side
it shall treed the tide

You are too crule
but my world you do rule
At your first touch
you became my crutch