In Winter there’s white,
Maybe a frostbite,
In Autumn there’s leaves,
That fall down from trees,
In Summer there’s sun,
The cold is done,
In Spring flowers grow,
As the rivers flow.

In Winter there’s white, Maybe a frostbite, In Autumn there’s leaves, That fall down from trees, In Summer there’s sun, The cold is done, In Spring flowers grow, As the rivers flow.
In Winter there’s white,
Maybe a frostbite,
In Autumn there’s leaves,
That fall down from trees,
In Summer there’s sun,
The cold is done,
In Spring flowers grow,
As the rivers flow.

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