| First sign of spring brings me hope
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| The first sign of spring brings me hope
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| You have gone some place I cannot follow
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| I’m feeling left behind, low and hollow
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| Sinking down into the pit of despair
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| To the saddest darkest depths of nowhere
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| Grasping on to your true words of solace
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| Memories that pull me to the surface
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| Where you’re going you can talk no longer
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| I still speak to you and I feel stronger
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| You look out for me though you’re gone
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| When I feel lost I will hold on
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| When I feel though I can understand
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| I can’t hear you but you can still hear me
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| You hear me
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| Whispering, you’re listening
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| You had leaned on me, oh my protector
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| I had carried you and I remember
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| When you’re voice had fell below a murmur
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| It was clear that I could go no further
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| Some days when I wake up in the morning
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| Your lucid presence lingers from my dreaming
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| And I think of you wherever you are
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| My heart goes with you no matter how far
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| You look out for me though you’re gone
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| When I need you I will hold strong
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| When I feel though I can understand
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| I can’t hear you but you can still hear me
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| You hear me
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| Whispering, you’re listening
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| First sign of spring brings me hope
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| The spring morning brings me hope |