All is quiet around our feet,
Nothing awakes as we meet,
Falling tears which kiss the ground,
Long lost love is once again found.
Our thoughts of these are unforgiving,
The world around us is still living,
Soon to awake to a loving spring,
Where all the birds shall dance and sing.
Time shall keep running past today,
Through March, April and May,
It won't stop until all love has gone,
But there will always be just one.
For love is buried within each soul,
Bringing it to the surface is our goal,
Like a tree brings rain up from the ground,
We must now make our love found.
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