When the Autumn colours pass,
Through the seasons' hourglass,
Once again,
You'll find Winter In Me,
When November's grass is browned,
By the frosts 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 guarunteed,
Life is etched into the seed,
Time to welcome 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,
Time to welcome the Winter In Me,

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