The smell of oak
And pine trees
The crunch of dead leaves
The coolness of air
and the fresh new breeze
Letting us know
That winters over
Spring is here
The whispers from the stream
Whisper
As you sit and think of many dreams
There are times you think you might
Fall apart
Then grace falls down
On the grey heart
Winters over now
Its over
Spring is here
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