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