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Was listening to The Beatles and sorta just hit me.

I can see the ones, floating through the sunlight
Letting out a moan as they lie to die
Resting in the shade of a mighty elk’s side
Letting my eyelids drop away from life

Come with me to the summerlands
Stay away from the winterlands
Come together for the summer glance
Or die alone in the winterlands

Rustle the trees and get a whiff of summer
Spring forward and get lost in the green
All the plains around seem to spin towards her
And she grabs her hair from the horrors she’s seen

Come with me to the summerlands
Stay away from the winterlands
Come together for the summer glance
Or die alone in the winterlands

Trust me baby, I’m a professional
Seen this sort of thing everyday
Take this horn and give three short calls
Help will show here in seven days

Winter will soon show his ugly face
Kick his ass one quick time then run
Then I’ll see the elk’s leaves turn from green
Coloring itself the painful sight of blood
It's our responsibilities, not our selves, we need to take seriously