The church bells ring, I can here them so clear

Then I remember the blossoms not here.

I look to the sky and clouds pass me by

So I stand wondering and ask myself why.

I here them calling those to come near

But yet I feel surrounded and cower with fear

What is this feeling that holds to my heart?

If only I knew then I'd be quite smart.

White things fly through the air by my nose

But its snowflakes not blossom, see how it goes

Bitter in winter with frostbitten toes.

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