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Getting close to season's end |
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I heard somebody say |
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That it might never snow again |
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In England |
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Snow flakes in a newborn fist |
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Sledging on a hill |
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Are these things we'll never see |
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In England |
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We'll tell our children's children why |
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We grew so tall and reached so high |
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We left our footprints in the earth |
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And punched a hole right through the sky |
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We'll tell them how we changed the world |
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And how we tamed the sea |
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And seasons they will never know |
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In England |
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So watch the old world melt away |
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A loss regrets could never mend |
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You never miss it till it's gone |
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So say goodbye, say goodbye |
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We'll tell our children's children why |
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We grew so tall and reached so high |
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You never miss it till it's gone |
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So say goodbye, say goodbye |
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To seasons end |
