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green takes the leaves
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snow takes the sea
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it reminded me how awful things can be
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trying to recall your tiny voice
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till the fever breaks it's all that I can hear
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counting down the numbers of the days
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was it the same amount of roses on your grave
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finally I brought myself to sing these words
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 after the snow you can finally see
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 if you could be the trees I would be your leaves


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 after she died, we decided to believe
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that her favorite color was probably green
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 on the day she died, in our hearts we did believe
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that her favorite color was probably green