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Go, little girl, to the woods, the trees |
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They've been waiting for you and your |
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Springscream in green |
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You've come to make them see |
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And to set them free |
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And then run into spring |
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Run, little girl, and bring your spade |
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Start to dig up their cold and frozen souls |
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You'll see that far underneath |
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There's a soul you can take |
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With you into the spring |
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Thoughts of the winter; freezing cold and tired |
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White and burying snow slowly, slowly |
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Laid the woods to sleep |
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Everything is lying still |
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Until somebody wakes them |
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Listen, little girl, the sun will tell you that |
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All the rays will come visit you now |
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The sun will spread its light and |
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Bring you all into the spring |
