We are all children

We are all children
of circumstance
we sing our songs
we dance our dance
and I am cruel
it seems to you
to love you now
before summer's through
to hold you
in my arms awhile
to rest content within
your smile
I see the sun
beyond the day
I feel the wind
of autumn play
a wistful whisper
through my hair
it seemed so right
to want to care
for you...

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