Hibou, Anemone and Bear

In the spring, I think of *** and means to ends

Summertime, I like to sit upon the grass

Autumn nights I go to parties with my friends

Winter time is when I think about the past

But of course I do all those things all the year 'round

I mean, all the good things are there to be found

It's all here, pick a bag and get to work

If you don't, your life in fact will go berserk

Or indeed be bored to death, which is worse?

If something's not worth saying

Not worth saying

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