The waves crash at my knees,
To symbolize the falling leaves,
The dying trees and shivering breeze,
The winter no more than a passing phase,
Coming no sooner than it stays,
The sunset counting down the days
Until the snow comes and takes it away.
The new year will come to see
The new smiles for you and me,
A new life can set us free,
Too bad we’re too good to be.
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