| Dogwood blossoms float against
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| The ice encrusted creek bank
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| A tender blade of new green grass
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| Is bravely pushing upward through the melting snow
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| The Spring breathes ruffles through my hair
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| And whispers softly everywhere
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| Telling secrets in my eyes
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| Search the countryside for your hello The seasons come, the seasons go
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| Lightning darts among the pines
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| Caught in a summer rainstorm
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| Soaking wet I look upon the new plowed earth
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| With rivulets between each row
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| I almost feel you next to me
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| And it stirs a memory
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| That hangs suspended with a sigh
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| And gently weaves its way through my bedroom window The seasons come,
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| the seasons go See the grain lay scattered
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| In a trail that leads to nowhere
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| The rustling leaves beneath my feet
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| Swirl in a colorful kaleidoscope
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| A thousand spans of outstretched wings
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| Circle briefly, hovering
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| And the swiftly fly away
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| Leaving me to stay and face December snow The seasons come, the seasons go Ice
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| encases blades of grass
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| Encouraging the wind to pass
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| And in the frosty morning sun
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| A field of diamonds beckon, waving to and fro
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| I stare into the fire a while
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| Think of you, my love, and smile
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| Wishing you were here with me
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| Sharing the security I know The seasons come, the seasons go |