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If winter comes
I never think
Because when summer comes
The fire tends to its lost blaze.
And the house we built so secretly
Crumbles Into the hut we fell accustomed to
But situations change
For my better
You became worse.
And now the hallways are empty
In the school
Crying
For you and me.
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