The season of the willful came to the forest
They ran barefoot and into those trees.
Come to me, squirrel, called a little boy
His hand outstretched to receive the guy
The season of the willful came to the beach
where there were no barriers,
yet, the girls ran forth onto the water
while screaming in glee. oh, just sea!
The season of the willful came to the shore
the gush and slush of the water,
broken by the oar out by the bank lay the salient;
one by one, they became radiant
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