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Where nothing else matterson the cool breathe of winter snow
She plays violin to an echoe
It is now time to let go
She's been in this world
Many times before
Her music is our nature
Sounds of the forest floor
Whilst she stands alone
seasons cast our day
she gives up her freedom
She has nothing left to play
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