The unfolding of the year And now our season is here All the balances are clear Now that our time is here In our perfect present tense Through our wide rose tinted lens When the words have all been spent Will we still have that lens Through the window see that place Like the fondest sweet embrace For a moment face to face In the sweetest embrace The unfolding of the year And now our season is here All the balances are clear Now that our time is here Now that our time is here
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