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one year in many
I start in spring, fresh and ready to leap for the lily pads
During summer I dance with the energy filled sun
In fall I quiet, reflecting on what I did and did not do
Winter brings along weariness for the year to come approaching like the snow
During summer I dance with the energy filled sun
The places I know change, the people I know chance, I change
Winter brings along weariness for the year to come approaching like the snow
While I stare the clock it ticks, and it just keeps on ticking
The places I know change, the people I know change, I change
I am not who I was yesterday, and I am not who I will be tomorrow
While I stare at the clock it ticks, and it just keeps ticking
My mind constantly outgrows ideas, under the whipping wind
I am not who I was yesterday, and I am not who I will be tomorrow
My poor ice cream lays sprawled melting sloppily in the blazing sun, but there’s no time to pick it up
My mind constantly outgrows ideas, under the whipping wind
My clean white canvas waiting for a flick of my wrist to receive a splash of color
My poor ice cream lays sprawled melting sloppily in the blazing sun, but there’s no time to pick it up
Those ragged jeans that no longer go out of their drawer, feels like a century since I bought them
My clean white canvas waiting for a flick of my wrist to receive a splash of color
Time runs out; it doesn’t wait for anyone at all. Including me
Those ragged jeans that no longer go out of their drawer, feels like a century since I bought them
As I grow outside, I grow inside, year after year
Time runs out; it doesn’t wait for anyone at all. Including me
Another year of changing, after all, just one year in many
As I grow outside, I grow inside, year after year
I start in spring, fresh and ready to leap for the lily pads
Another year of changing, after all, just one year in many
In fall I quiet, reflecting on what I did and did not do
I start in spring, fresh and ready to leap for the lily pads
During summer I dance with the energy filled sun
In fall I quiet, reflecting on what I did and did not do
Winter brings along weariness for the year to come approaching like the snow
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