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When lonely feelings chill |
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The meadows of your mind, |
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Just think if Winter comes, |
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Can Spring be far behind? |
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Beneath the deepest snows, |
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The secret of a rose |
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Is merely that it knows |
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You must believe in Spring! |
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Just as a tree is sure |
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Its leaves will reappear; |
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It knows its emptiness |
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Is just the time of year |
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The frozen mountain dreams |
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Of April's melting streams, |
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How crystal clear it seems, |
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You must believe in Spring! |
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You must believe in love |
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And trust it's on its way, |
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Just as the sleeping rose |
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Awaits the kiss of May |
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So in a world of snow, |
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Of things that come and go, |
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Where what you think you know, |
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You can't be certain of, |
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You must believe in Spring and love |
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INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE |
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You must believe in love |
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And trust it's on its way, |
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Just as the sleeping rose |
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Awaits the kiss of May |
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So in a world of snow, |
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Of things that come and go, |
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Where what you think you know, |
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You can't be certain of, |
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You must believe in Spring and love |
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You must believe in Spring and love |
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You must believe in Spring and love |
