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seasons come seasons gosome bring rain some bring snowleaves they fall to the groundand are scattered all aroundmountains covered with the snowwinters here they let us knowflowers bud birds they singin the season off the springsummer sun gives of a shineto let us see the weathers finethe seasons come to our front doorwhen we count them there are four.

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