Give up all your sentiments,
About lamenting Winter.
Give them right up.
You ought to,
Give them all up.
Because,
Each season has with it change...
And change is what's delivered.
Although it's tough
Whether you fuss or cuss.
It makes no sense to dismiss Winter,
When the Spring and Summer turns to Fall...
And,
Weather making people want to shiver.
It wont give up.
Until its had enough,
No!
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