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So in the ground |
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In frozen wood |
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The father lies |
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And all the wrongs |
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He'd ever tried were put to rest |
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Bore but two sons to follow him |
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Both wrestled long, but younger wins |
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After long winter's gone |
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Seems that all is well, all is well |
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And the rose wakens now |
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In the joyful air, in the sun |
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There among the ruined ones |
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Are those who've played |
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And those who've sun |
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While the end remains unseen |
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Let us play, let us sing |
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Bring the town |
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From all her cries |
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From her wounds |
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From her sighs |
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And she'll try |
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Mending all she can |
