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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537485" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Song Of The Seasons</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sing a song of Spring-time,<br>The world is going round,<br>Blown by the south wind:<br>Listen to its sound.<br>'Gurgle' goes the mill-wheel,<br>'Cluck' clucks the hen;<br>And it's O for a pretty girl<br>To kiss in the glen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sing a song of Summer,<br>The world is nearly still,<br>The mill-pond has gone to sleep,<br>And so has the mill.<br>Shall we go a-sailing,<br>Or shall we take a ride,<br>Or dream the afternoon away<br>Here, side by side?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sing a song of Autumn,<br>The world is going back;<br>They glean in the corn-field,<br>And stamp on the stack.<br>Our boy, Charlie,<br>Tall, strong, and light:<br>He shoots all the day<br>And dances all the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sing a song of Winter,<br>The world stops dead;<br>Under snowy coverlid<br>Flowers lie abed.<br>There's hunting for the young ones<br>And wine for the old,<br>And a sexton in the churchyard<br>Digging in the cold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cosmo+Monkhouse">William Cosmo Monkhouse</a><div class=q>
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The world is going round,
Blown by the south wind:
Listen to its sound.
'Gurgle' goes the mill-wheel,
'Cluck' clucks the hen;
And it's O for a pretty girl
To kiss in the glen.

Sing a song of Summer,
The world is nearly..."></div>
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