It's early morning
My mind goes
Wandering back
To a time
When it was winter
And we both were young
Laughing loudly
Having a good time
Playing in the freshly
Fallen snow
Don't feel so long ago
When it was winter
And we both were young
We didn't mind
The weather
And we couldn't feel the cold
we both were much too young
To think about
Growing old
It's early morning
And my mind goes wandering back
To a winter
When we both were very young
And so full of spirit!
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