| Maybe the sky is cold today
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| But the last flowers will chill.
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| Snow is whiter than fine lace
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| The whitest wedding veil.
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| Chorus:
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| Do not judge people, do not judge strictly,
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| That I often look out the dark window.
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| Because the mountain ash is crying by the road,
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| I figured it out a long time ago.
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| Do not judge people, do not judge strictly,
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| That I often look out the dark window.
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| Because the mountain ash is crying by the road,
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| I figured it out a long time ago.
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| In the heart to believe in something, I so want to,
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| Above the sadness of deserted fields.
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| But tiptoe suddenly loneliness
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| Behind my back passes.
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| Chorus:
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| Do not judge people, do not judge strictly,
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| That I often look out the dark window.
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| Because the mountain ash is crying by the road,
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| I figured it out a long time ago.
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| Losing.
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| Beckons clean, bright, distant,
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| Snow flies like autumn smoke.
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| And the soul languishes in anticipation
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| According to the words, it’s like the sky is simple.
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| Chorus:
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| Do not judge people, do not judge strictly,
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| That I often look out the dark window.
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| Because the mountain ash is crying by the road,
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| I figured it out a long time ago.
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| Do not judge people, do not judge strictly,
|
| That I often look out the dark window.
|
| Because the mountain ash is crying by the road,
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| I figured it out a long time ago. |