It’s like April but going the wrong way
It’s still okay but soon light is replaced
By dark evenings when recently we’d play
In the warm light of evening every day
We get spoiled, think of eternal summer
How many times do we think it’ll stay
Each year we relearn this harsh lesson here
It’s hard if you’ve seasonal disorder
But we’re naive, we’re forgetting our place
A ball on the outskirts of Milky Way
It’s not static, though houses they appear
To be, we’re moving constantly from place
To place. That’s time, it’s movement. Hip hooray
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