When the autumn colors pass through the season's hourglass
Once again, there is winter in me
Once again, there is winter in me
When November's grass is browned by the frost upon the ground
It is then you'll find the winter in me
But underneath the fallen snow, lies a harvest yet to come
For just as spring is guaranteed
Life is etched into the seed
Time to welcome the winter in me
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