Winterlied
In the dead of winter to grow under a willow
roses out of the snow
In the dead of winter painted glow
images on the ice
And many winters
was under a willow
the snow a sea of flowers.
Now is the dawn of a new winter
there no roses bloom more
and my pasture
all the pictures on
and I do not forget the roses
and your picture in the snow.
and your picture in the snow.
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