The grey of winter falls on us -
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How will our garden grow ?
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Will all the seeds we've sown
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Survive beneath the snow ?
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We've been here before,
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Wrapped in our regret.
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All those winter words,
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I want us to forget them...
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Seasons may change
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And they hold wild flowers,
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Raising their face to the sun.
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All that are born from our soft rainshowers
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Are wild flowers.
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Morning breaks
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And no-one wakes;
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No bird is here to sing.
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So, from the south I wish them back
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To brace the spring.
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They've flown south before,
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It's just the way they live.
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For when I try to fly away
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Can you forgive me ?
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Seasons may change and they hold wild flowers...
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Wild Flowers
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| All About Eve |
