Oh, the trees without their leaves
Tap each other in the cold breeze
It's an ominous sound
When bones clack, twigs fall to the ground
So soon, they'll be blossom
Lilac blue mountains cast against the sky
The sun is leaving beyond the rise
Wind is biting on my skin
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

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