| Me and my friend were walking
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| In the cold light of mourning
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| Tears may blind the eyes
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| But the soul is not deceived
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| In this world even winter ain’t what it seems
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| Here come the blue skies
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| Here comes springtime
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| When the rivers run high and the tears run dry
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| When everything that dies
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| Shall rise
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| Love, love, love
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| Is stronger than death
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| Love, love, love
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| Is stronger than death
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| In our lives we hunger
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| For things we cannot touch
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| All the thoughts unuttered
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| All the feelings unexpressed
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| Play upon our hearts like the mist upon our breath
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| But awoken by grief, our spirits speak
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| «How could you believe
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| That the life within the seed
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| That grew arms that reached
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| And a heart that beat
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| And lips that smiled
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| And eyes that cried
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| Could ever die?»
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| Here come the blue skies
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| Here comes springtime
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| When the rivers run high & the tears run dry
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| When everything that dies
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| Shall rise
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| Love, love, love
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| Is stronger than death
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| Love, love, love
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| Is stronger than death.
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| Love, love, love
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| Is so much stronger than death |