When the first snow falls, We will be all that's left, Of Spring, Then there will be nothing, After we are gone, Except for the seed that we planted, In all their hearts.

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When the first snow falls, We will be all that's left, Of Spring, Then there will be nothing, After we are gone, Except for the seed that we planted, In all their hearts.

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