| Once in a wood at winter’s end
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| The white silence turned into sound
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| The good old sun, becoming young
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| Made all the birds rise up in song
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| Shadows of the snowblocked trees
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| They made mummy by the freeze
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| But caught in new but known delight
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| They mingled to hear the birds recite
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| And winter time reaching its end
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| It had to be, it was dying
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| And I could hear a sound of singin'
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| Summer was slowly beginning, beginning
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| Glazed and shining was the world
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| That fought to have it’s leaves unfurled
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| It’s harvest hanging in between
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| I could see the spring begin
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| And winter time reaching its end
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| It had to be, it was dying
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| And I could hear a sound of singin'
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| Summer was slowly beginning, beginning |