Winter rain, now tell me why, Summers fade, and roses die.
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The answer came; the wind and rain.
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Golden hills, now veiled in grey, Summer leaves have blown away
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Now what remains? The wind and rain.
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And like a desert spring, my lover comes and spreads her wings, Knowing,
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Like a song that's born to soar the sky, Flowing,
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Flowing 'til the waters all are dry, Growing, the loving in her eyes.
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Circle songs and sands of time, and seasons will end in tumbled rhyme,
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and little change, the wind and rain.
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And like a desert spring, my lover comes and spreads her wings,
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Knowing, Like a song that's born to soar the sky,
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Flowing, Flowing 'til the rivers all are dry, Growing, the loving in her eyes.
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Winter grey and falling rain, we'll see summer come again,
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Darkness falls and seasons change (gonna happen every time).
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Same old friends the wind and rain, Summers fade and roses die,
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You'll see summer come again, Like a song that's born to soar the sky.
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Weather Report Suite: Part 1
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