The first morning frost bids you a hello
It welcomes you in with its airy words
Come come its whispers come bring me your hopes
I'll take them and share them never use and abuse
I'll be back each morning, remember them then
You won't miss them a bit, I promise you that
Don't listen cry out the flowers
He'll take all your dreams
He'll twist and he'll turn them
You'll be unable grow
Oh hush yells the frost - flowers are foolish
They wilt and they wither
I the morning frost stay and stay with much vigor
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