歌词
Oh the trees without their leaves tap each other in the cool breeze.
It's an ominous sound when bone clack twigs fall to the ground.
So soon they'll be blossoms.
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Lilac blue mountains cast against the sky.
The sun is leaving beyond the rise.
Wind is biting on my skin.
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Pale fields of grass waiting for the sun and the spring what it can bring Winter is passing I wonder what's to come and when I return again how will you be