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Season of Death

If death were a season

Like fall or winter

I could go to the tropics

And never get cold

If death were a season

I could fly around the world

Visit all things warm

And never grow old.

If death were a season

I’d never stay in one place

Never know the people

Or remember a face

If death were a season

I’d see flowers bloom

But never a coffin, graveyard

Or tomb

Death as a season

I would not fear

For I could run and hide

Whenever it came near

If I seem frightened

You know it’s true

Death as a season

I could never lose you

In the season of death

And all things dear

I’ll feel the wind

And know you are here

Listen to the sound

Death on the wing

I know all the gifts

Her bounty brings

Season of death

Is always here

Under the covers

And in my tears

In this life

I’ve learned on thing

You can never go back

To summer or spring