It's like I have been to a Winterland,
It's like I escaped the summer the summer land,
It feels like it was yesterday,
When i was sitting in the sand.
Today i guess i can't go back,
Because it have turned into a frosty land.
That day i was feeling for a bream,
But now I am falling for a bisque.
Looks like winter is coming, rather slowly than the
But why is winter is so late,
I have been waiting for a whole date.
I guess it is because of us,
The fouling we are doing should stop.
The tainting, polluting, soiling,
For just a couple bucks.
Is it more important than the earth? ,
Misusing our own dust.
Stop polluting it right now,
Otherwise you will living wearing a blind put on.

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