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In the shade of willows and elms a cold wind blows and carries my tale a tale of rebirth, a season's change and spring will shine again an early flower fragile and shy a ray of sun celebrates it's bloom the gentle colors of winter's end this poetry lights my heart |
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For a thousand years to come will the flight of dragons fill the clouds and the shine of spring will lighten again on the king and on his land |
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The leaves are dancing under the wind the songs of birds are filling my head a taste of heaven, a magic play the return of better days |
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The last trace of snow melts away (the last trace of snow will melt away) the dance of seasons is following it's course the circle of life closes again and spring prepares it's reign |
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For a thousand years to come will the flight of dragons fill the clouds and the shine of spring will lighten again on the king and on his land |
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For a thousand years to come will the flight of dragons fill the clouds and the shine of spring will lighten again on the king and on his land |
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In this silence, the storm as gone away forever now deep in my heart, a shining spring will bloom here and explode |
