And doors open wide
So the draught in the room
Clears away your perfume
Your glass is washed
And your music is hushed
I remove every trace
Of your cold embrace
Shed your winter coat
And sow the seeds of vernal sun
Melt water will flow
And irrigate spouts of zest to come
Sandals on feet
Hapscotch boards on the street
And the first ice cream cone
Means at last you're gone
When you're giving in
That's the sure sign of spring
'Seasons cycle' I smile
You'll be back in a while
Drapes drawn aside And doors open wide So the draught in the room Clears away your perfume Your glass is washed And your music is hushed I remove every trace Of your cold embrace Shed your winter coat And sow the seeds of vernal sun Melt water will flow And irrigate spouts of zest to come Sandals on feet Hapscotch boards on the street And the first ice cream cone Means at last you're gone When you're giving in That's the sure sign of spring 'Seasons cycle' I smile You'll be back in a while Explain Request ×
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