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The Spring was a ghost, as winter wither'd away. The Spring was a ghost, as winter wither'd away.

The remains, Lay there, Withered, Lifeless and grey... In a wooden casket. The remains, Lay there, Withered, Lifeless and grey... In a wooden...

Should or should we never crave the rose.... Should or should we never crave the rose....

The little bud unfolds itself, To know about the realm of the world, The little bud unfolds itself, To know about the realm of the world,

O' god, Let that baby bud... O' god, Let that baby bud...