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Summer turns to autumn

Tired leaves fall

Deep water blackens

And you don’t call.

Autumn turns to winter

Flowers wilt and die

Cold snow deepens

And you don’t reply.

Winter turns to spring

Baby ducks so small

Nature starts over

And you don’t call.

Spring turns to summer,

Ducklings learn to fly

Another year passes

And you don’t reply.