In some crevice of my mind
I know that spring has ended.
I must leave behind my forest green
and bury the laughter and dreams
just beyond the trees.
The snow is calling to my bones
sapping away the life of flowers
hour by hour.
I know that I must leave it behind
but give me one last look...
for now I see the winter blue
and this time... this time...
I must face it all alone
a blade in my left hand
and daisies in my right.
I know that spring has ended.
I must leave behind my forest green
and bury the laughter and dreams
just beyond the trees.
The snow is calling to my bones
sapping away the life of flowers
hour by hour.
I know that I must leave it behind
but give me one last look...
for now I see the winter blue
and this time... this time...
I must face it all alone
a blade in my left hand
and daisies in my right.
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