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spring's so close |
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yes the valley down below |
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is full of green |
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full of thistle and thyme |
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but i'm so cold living way up high |
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oh up here |
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oh at the frost line |
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the more that you see |
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oh the more you run and hide |
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you could find me |
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up at the frost line |
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the thaw will come again |
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and the bumble bees will fly |
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and the moss will paint the rocks |
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at the frost line |
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so close |
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so close |
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spring's so close |
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yes the valley down below |
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is full of green |
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full of thistle and thyme |
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the thaw will come again |
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and the bumble bees will fly |
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and the moss will paint the rocks |
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at the frost line |
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and the moss will paint the rocks |
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at the frost line |
