Circle
The Wheel of Life

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The seasons change, with no sound,
Circle of life, can be found.
Once was new, now in decay,
Circle of life, that's the way.

The seasons change, colours do fade,
Circle of life, can't be made.
Once was bright, now is dark,
Circle of life, leaves it's mark.

The seasons change, the wheels turn,
Circle of life, we do learn.
Once was alive, now does die,
Circle of life, the reason why.

The seasons change, the cycle resets,
Circle of life, it never forgets.
Once was dormat, now very alive,
Circle of life, it does strive.


 
 
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