| Dandelions have gone to seed
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| It’s my soul I need to feed
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| Trees stand so tall and bare
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| And here I stand without a care
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| Pumpkin seeds stuck in my teeth
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| There’s something more I need to be
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| More than just a silly girl
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| Waiting for the sun to hurl
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| Rays of sunlight
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| Down the sidewalk, down on me
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| Casting light on
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| The turning leaves and what I’m supposed to see
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| Winter’s here and settled in
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| Where are you? |
| I can’t begin
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| To imagine where I went wrong
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| Perhaps it was when I started this song
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| Rays of sunlight
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| Reflecting off the snowflakes
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| There are no more crinkly leaves
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| I need to rake
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| There’s a chance
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| A chance I need to take
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| Birds and bees are here again
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| We haven’t talked since God knows when
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| I like to dance with the sprouting grass
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| If it snows again, then I’ll have to ask
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| Why the hell are
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| The seasons fickle just like you?
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| Rip my heart in half
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| I’ll stitch it up if it’s certain we are through
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| Junebugs, butterflies, sand in my pants
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| Midnight moon and those fussy little ants
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| You’re here once more to try our luck
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| Well, I’m done with you, you sneaky little
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| Now it’s over
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| There’s nothing left for us to do
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| Besides acknowledge the repelling forces
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| That are me and you |