I rolled my winter back into summer.
Made a lake with all the wonderland.
Once fallen frozen birds began to splinter
While watching a big red moon.

I throw my summer back into winter.
Make a bank with all the lily flakes.
Once falling flowers, snow begins to glisten
Lit up by a big blue moon.

Clouds, as white as the ground,
Basking in the Big Dipper.

You’re in the air.
I play his sound.

Singing about the bright side of my song.
Getting me through my days.
Some old Van, heading back home.
Getting me through my days.
Basking in the Dipper.

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