Jack frost, now on the window
panes. And the icicles hang. But
know, the sun is gonna change.
Know, time is gonna rearrange.
A spring breeze, will soon be here.
And life, will feel so strange. Count
the reflections, touch the seeds, feel
the way, time weaves. But know, the love
won't leave. Dark clouds will come, and
so will the rains. But the roots, will always
show, and remain.
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