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the seasons come
the seasons go
sometimes hot
somtimes cold
changes seem to come so quick
what was gained
is gone like a trick
young hearts beat fast
old hearts beat slow
love like a comet comes in a flash
but what does it sow
emotions turn throughout the day
molded like the soft clay
gratitude is no sin
don't hold that anger deep within
if you try to grasp what you've gained
it's like holding water with an open drain
pain seems to linger
while joys seems to pass
let go of what hurts today
or that thought could be your last
Home is where the heart is
your heart is your home
where ever you find yourself
look inside your home
by stoney rohde
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