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Alas.
I know that spring will come from somewhere
All the children will be offered,
their skirts will be torn
The butterflies will be put on the snowy branches
All the children will be offered,
their skirts will be torn
The butterflies will be put on the snowy branches
I know that spring will come from somewhere
That day people will cry for love
As long as our hearts burn,
this longing, this true love
Let's believe,
let's not give up,
it will come true
As long as
our hearts burn,
this longing,
this true love
Let's believe, let's not give up,
it will come true
