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Dandelions are gone to seed.
It's my soul I need to feed.
The trees stand so tall and bare,
and here I stand without a care.

Pumpkin seeds stuck in my teeth.
There's something more I need to be.
More than just a silly girl
waiting for the sun to hurl rays of sunlight
down the sidewalk, down on me,
casting light on the turning leaves
and what I'm supposed to see.

Winter's here and settled in
but where are you? I can't begin
to imagine where I went wrong.
Perhaps it was when I started this song.
Rays of sunlight reflecting off the snowflakes.
There are no more crinkly leaves I need to rake.
There's a chance, a chance I need to take.

Birds and bees are here again.
We haven't talked since God knows when.
I like to dance in the sprouting grass,
if it snows again then I'll have to ask:
"Why the hell are the seasons fickle just like you?
You ripped my heart in half, but I'll stitch it up if it's certain we are through."

June bugs, butterflies, sand in my pants,
midnight moon and those pesky little ants.
You're here once more to try your luck,
well I'm done with you, you sneaky little ******

Now it's over, there's nothing left for us to do
besides acknowledging the repelling forces that are me and you.

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