Winter Sun
The rustle of a leaf
And a smiling mouse.
The rustle of a leaf
And the cold cold chill.
The winter's sun looks sad.
Flowers cease to bloom.
My love for winter, is beyond the sun
My love for winter is gone.
You killed the trees
And the rustling leaves.
The tiny mouse ran from you.
Did you ask the mouse, why?
The rustle of the leaf is gone.
My empty heart is dead.
The rustle of the leaves,
My rodent friend is dead.
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