| Little orange tree you’ll never know
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| The hope you bring to me
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| A flash of color when all the world is gray
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| A taste of sunshine when its warmth is miles away
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| For when the cold sets in, I’m convinced once again
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| That winter’s come this time to stay
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| And I fear the night will finally triumph
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| In swallowing the day
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| Oh when the winter winds begin to blow
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| And ev’ry living thing / lies / under the ground
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| You prove new life can be found
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| In the midst of snow, life can grow
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| Little orange tree, you really are a mistery
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| A thing so fragile, yet so strong
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| This winter’s killing everything
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| Yet somehow you hold on
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| Oh when the winter winds begin to blow
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| And ev’ry living thing / lies / under the ground
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| You prove new life can be found
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| In the midst of snow, life can grow
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| Oh life can grow
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| Life can grow, life can grow
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| If it were up to me, I’d bypass this season totally
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| And hibernate till spring arrives
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| Yet perhaps, the hardest seasons produce
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| The sweetest fruit in our lives |