The Very Last Snow
To see the colors in the fall
To see the seasons roll along
It all surrounds this simple soul
I plan to miss it when I’m gone
In Autumn your mums will fade on you
And you’ll share that watermelon you grew
Every single day will be new
But every one might be the last one too
How will we know
If it’s the very last snow?
Will it cover the ground
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