| She knows what it means to be evergreen
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| She’s seen more than some eyes will ever see
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| Clad with green, gracefully she reaches for winter sun
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| …the lucky one
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| Spring leaves learning look to the evergreen
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| Carried on the breeze her tales of snow storms and icicles
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| With proud yarn she will spin her golden memories into stories
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| She looks to the sky
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| She’s holding on to yesterday’s goodbyes
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| Goodbye…
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| She knows what it means to be evergreen
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| She knows how it feels to have loved and lost
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| She’s seen faces change all around her, then moved on
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| She’ll miss hearing wind through now fallen leaves
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| She’ll stand scraping snow-filled skies alone
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| Her questions, if could be asked, would be left unanswered
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| Look to the sky
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| Holding on to yesterday’s goodbyes
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| Embrace the past, with a forward motion
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| No fear of looking back
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| She’s holding on to yesterday’s goodbyes
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| Embrace the past, with a forward motion
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| No fear of looking back
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| Look to the sky
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| Holding on to yesterday’s goodbyes
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| Embrace the past, with a forward motion
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| No fear of looking back
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| (The river keeps on flowing, but the banks are ever changing) |