| Now that there are green sproutspushing through dead leaves
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| And fat yellow jackets float on the breeze
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| The waves kiss the shore and the air is warm
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| But birch trees are falling now that you’re gone
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| Once we walked the crumbling cliffs where the birch trees lean
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| Once I kissed your apple lips high above the sea
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| A year ago it was since the last clover grew
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| Under creaking birch trees I would wait for you
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| We kissed in the salt air beneath the leaning trees
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| White slender branches bent to the sea
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| Once we walked the crumbling cliffs where the birch trees lean
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| Now who will kiss your apple lipsunder the salty sea |