Bring your snowflakes to my garden
Where they may lay among the leaves
And I’ll count them with the fallen hopes
That no one else can see
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Chris, this is marvelous, bright, filled with life. 'Give the night its season'. Yes, night comes, whether we like it or not; 'seed the fallow morn', that's what counts. This is filled with hope - 'speak to me of better days' Chris, I'll bring the snowflakes of my pains to your garden, that they may fall on the scorched leaves of fallen hopes and water them once again with dancing joy.
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Chris, this is marvelous, bright, filled with life. 'Give the night its season'. Yes, night comes, whether we like it or not; 'seed the fallow morn', that's what counts. This is filled with hope - 'speak to me of better days' Chris, I'll bring the snowflakes of my pains to your garden, that they may fall on the scorched leaves of fallen hopes and water them once again with dancing joy.