Feeling the cold, fresh wind on my face
Waking up from my slumber by the sun
By the springs budding time
By the springs budding time
I feel spiring hope and joy again
A heart not only frozen and hurtful
A heart melting and warming up
The spring is here with its' hope and joy
A heart not only frozen and hurtful
A heart melting and warming up
The spring is here with its' hope and joy
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