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And snow starts to fall,
branches will call,
whispers of other falls,
before the last moon calls.

But now she's forever gone,
through forests she goes,
flying in every sky,
traveling to every land.

The wood starts to roar,
white flowers start to grow,
for she's from now on,
that tree that grew tall.

Strong and freely it grows,
entwined leaves around other trees,
and then drops of water fall
and join a distant stream.

With the swaying wind,
I hear your voice inside me,
and it starts to sing,
like you used to sing to me.

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