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Beneath this snowy mantle, cold and clean |
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The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green |
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The snowbird sings a song he always sings |
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And speaks to me of flowers that will bloom again in spring |
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When I was young my heart was young then too |
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Anything that it would tell me, that's the thing that I would do |
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But now I feel such emptiness within |
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For the thing that I want most in life is the thing I can't win |
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Spread your tiny wings and fly away |
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And take the snow back with you, where it came from on that day |
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The one I love forever is untrue |
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And if I could, you know that I would, fly away with you |
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The breeze along the river seems to say |
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That she'll only break my heart again should I decide to stay |
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So little snowbird take me with you when you go |
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To that land of gentle breezes where the peaceful waters flow |
