Run little spring,
Run away and hide now
Every day Old Man Winter,
Cruel, cold season
Paces by your side
Crushing, withering life
From catkin, sprout and bud.
Counting his days,
Clinging, holding on.
Gone!
Run away and hide now
Every day Old Man Winter,
Cruel, cold season
Paces by your side
Crushing, withering life
From catkin, sprout and bud.
Counting his days,
Clinging, holding on.
Gone!
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