The winds are picking up, the sun shines bright.
Everything is dancing, happy and free
Everything is green, nothing out of sight.
But time catches up, everyone starts to flee
Grass looses color and leaves start falling
Everything stops, life is getting lonely.
And for their mothers, children are calling
And mothers live for their children only
Its getting colder, everything is white
The water frozen, the beaches empty
Death is immanent, but maybe there might
Be hope for this land so cold and empty
But then we hear drops of water falling
We can hear life is once again calling.
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