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a climate for change
All
Your
Fair
Weather friends are dead
The fools died flying south
At least the winter is free
From such summer weeds
Bud
Blossom
wilt
And then depart
But I end at the start
Don't let me worry you
I will be born anew
With
-In
The
Dust or as the gas
Surrounding Saturn's mass
I could become a force
Without thoughts or remorse
Your
Fair
Weather friends are dead
The fools died flying south
At least the winter is free
From such summer weeds
Bud
Blossom
wilt
And then depart
But I end at the start
Don't let me worry you
I will be born anew
With
-In
The
Dust or as the gas
Surrounding Saturn's mass
I could become a force
Without thoughts or remorse
Published 27th Apr 2015
| Edited 23rd Feb 2016
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