Infiltration of a Nation

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RiTTO by disc0rdia

In winter, when the fields are white,
I sing this song for your delight -

"In spring, when woods are getting green
I'll try and tell you what I mean."

"In summer, when the days are long,
Perhaps you'll understand the song:

In autumn, when the leaves are
brown,
Take pen and ink and write it down."