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green takes the leavessnow takes the seait reminded me how awful things can betrying to recall your tiny voicetill the fever breaks it's all that |
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I can hearcounting down the numbers of the dayswas it the same amount of roses on your gravefinally |
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I brought myself to sing these wordsafter the snow you can finally seeif you could be the trees |
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I would be your leavesafter she died, we decided to beleivethat her favorite color was probably greenon the day she died, in our hearts we did beleivethat her favorite color was probably green |