| Spring will return to the meadow
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| When the long winter’s chill fades away
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| Tomorrow, the blossoms will open their eyes
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| To the skies, of a brand new day
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| No matter how dark be the nightfall
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| Each day the sun is reborn
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| To shine on the beauties and wonders
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| That stir with new life every glorious morn
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| Most of the treasures we cherish
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| Can delight us again and again
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| A rose in a book and the murmuring brook
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| As it wanders across the glen
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| The words of a poet that lie on the page
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| Can recapture the soul of the past
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| A song in the heart can be sung and re-echoed
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| As long as our voices may last
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| But a child is only a moment
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| Only a snowflake of sweet remember when
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| Yes, a child is only a moment
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| A wonderful moment that never comes again
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| Yes, a child is only a moment
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| Hold on to that moment, for it never comes again |