Season of the heart
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In the garden of life, we all do bloom,
With seasons of moods, like nature's own tune.
Sometimes I'm the sun, with warm, shining grace,
But then I might be rain, tears on my face.
In winter, I'm cold, like frost on a leaf,
In summer, I'm warm, like joy without grief.
Like the wind, I can change, swift and untamed,
But please understand, I'm not to be blamed.
For in every heart, seasons must dance,
Each mood has its purpose, its own circumstance.
So when I'm not what you expected to see,
Know it's just another part of being me.
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