Former is forward.
Back is backward.
Summer will always mean steam.
Winter will always mean ice.
Why did I listen to they?
They have nothing good to say.
Innocence is back.
Reward for the olden ways.
A wistful autumn gaze.
I never learned to dance.
Until late by chance.
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