Harvest Time

There's nothing like that time of plenty. When everything's right like, harvest time. Sorrow's suspended and we give thanks. And then we step aside...

Virtue's alright for many. And for the lonesome, they get by. But staring by the window at night ain't pretty, with nothing left to hide...

But then there's those times of plenty, amidst ruin, it seems. So make the most of the sun while it's shining. Don't miss no opportunity...

Superficial pretenses don't matter. Nor does security. So play the percentages and learn the system. Life's a long term investment to maturity.

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