| Spring Will Come
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| After the winter has ravaged your bones
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| Life Will Come
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| Everything will die, but it will return
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| Frozen rivers will thaw and reflect the sun back into space
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| The brutal winds of the north will settle down its elevated pace
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| But before spring comes the bitter cold
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| So brutal it can turn you to stone
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| And before warmth comes the bitter cold
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| So brutal it can turn you to stone
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| Spring Will Come, after the bitter cold has ravaged your bones
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| Life Will Come
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| Spring Will Come, after the bitter cold has scattered your moans
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| Life Will Come
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| Blizzards of chaotic tyranny will be tamed by the summer breeze
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| You will see the world and let go of your soul’s dreadful disease
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| But before spring comes the bitter cold
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| So brutal it can turn you to stone
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| See the fields, watch them sway ayaw
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| See the sun, feel it on your skin
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| Spring Will Come, after the bitter cold has ravaged your bones
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| Life Will Come
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| Spring Will Come, after the bitter cold has scattered your moans
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| Life Will Come
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| The forrest will transform and once again provide for you
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| The land will be forgiving and you will pull through
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| After summer comes the bitter cold
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| So brutal it can turn you to stone
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| See the fields, watch them sway ayaw
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| See the sun, feel it on your skin |