There's a season for beginnings,
When the world is fresh and new,
When we shape our dreams of all
The things we plan and hope to do.
A season for maturing
When we think and work and grow,
And a season for the harvesting of
All we've come to know.
And each successive season
Grows richer than the last,
As treasures of the present
Add to memories of the past.
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