Chill winds fly from the north
Chasing away the warmth of summer.
The golden sun rises, dawn comes with cool heat.
Summer has fallen, winter is here
The cold has come, ice is near.
The sun rises, her dance began early
She will set soon, exhausted from her travels.
The moon leaps forth, well rested and ready
He always stays ever so steady.
They watch together as the world begins her northern slumber.
And the heat reaches the southern summers.
An endless shifting eternal dance.
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