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| Pete Atkin sings
Winter Spring by Clive James and Pete Atkin, [Much more at www.peteatkin.com] |
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This is the way that winter says goodbye to spring By whispering we will not meet this year This year I will not see you flower or hear you sing The time is over now, you could look back to me And see the way the crocus cupped the snow Part of the picture in your show of pageantry The grass would not have been as green without the frost The night prepares the splendour of the day My hands were cold and now they're cold as cold can be I fold them to my chest and turn away This is the way that winter says goodbye to spring By whispering we will not meet this year This year I will not see you flower or hear you sing Or taste the brilliance that you bring to everything This meeting never happened. I was never here | |||||
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