In the middle of March, spring came this year
Even at your house it was cold and yet
Nobody had warned you about the truth< br/>In the middle of your life will come cold nights
And dreams of what you thought and did
Pure dispute for your equity
Do you remember the first snow that fell
Stone hair on your dream of independent
See so many people's image of frugality
Doesn't agree with your view of life
I the end of your life the sun rises
Still at home it's still cold
No one had warned about the new time< br/>

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