If I had my choice
Don't want to die in spring
It's so pretty and nice
If I had a voice
Let it be winter
Something like March
When it's cold and dark
No singing of a Lark
March when it's so gloomy
No leaves on the trees
Nothing but depressing
No sign of the bees
Let me just slip away
The wind is howling
Clouds are black
Not on a beautiful spring day
Don't want to die in spring
It's so pretty and nice
If I had a voice
Let it be winter
Something like March
When it's cold and dark
No singing of a Lark
March when it's so gloomy
No leaves on the trees
Nothing but depressing
No sign of the bees
Let me just slip away
The wind is howling
Clouds are black
Not on a beautiful spring day
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