Poetry to an imaginary tune

Sometimes things go right And sometimes they go wrong Sometimes you won't know it Until long after its gone Good times they will pass by And the bad times will bring rain Just make sure to stand tall through it all Be it sunshine or be it pain Because we are worth more now Than …

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Frail leaves fall, brown and yellow Swept away by the living breeze That changes all that it brushes against And carries with it the smells of autumn. The tender ones blow away And the trees become barren A bleak scene left before the snow falls. And then, Spring.