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In the field so green and so free, seeds gaze up.
The clouds keeps them from the light,
And the sky cries white tears of snow.
In the field so green and so free, seeds gaze up.
The clouds keeps them from the light,
And the sky cries white tears of snow.
But still, the fragile seeds wait long for the sun to shine
Dark winter away, come spring.
My young seeds once again will look up to the sky,
And I know they will grow strong.
My young seeds once again will look up to the sky,
And I know they will grow strong.
But still, the fragile seeds wait long for the sun to shine
Dark winter away, come spring.
My young seeds once again will look up to the sky,
And I know they will grow strong.
My young seeds once again will look up to the sky,
And I know they will grow strong.