| Dear winter bird
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| How long can you last
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| Before it gets too cold
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| And the earth asks you back?
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| Dear bended bough
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| You’re ready for the sun
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| The old man is leaving
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| A longer day’s begun
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| Suddenly I can see blue skies again
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| Beauty says nothing less than our hearts will mend
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| I promise you they do
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| Birch trees are bones
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| Stripped of their leaves
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| And pressed between the pages
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| Of my memories
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| This heart of mine
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| Is ready for the spring
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| Open up my window
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| Winter bird, take wing
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| Suddenly I can see blue skies again
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| Beauty says nothing less than our hearts will mend
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| I promise you they do
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| It’s not easy to pretend (ooh, la, la, la, la)
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| It’s not easy to pretend (ooh, la, la, la, la)
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| It’s not easy to pretend (ooh, la, la, la, la)
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| I can see blue skies again (ooh, la, la, la, la)
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| Suddenly I can see blue skies again
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| Beauty says nothing less than our hearts will mend
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| I promise you they do |