There are mountains hidden downstairs
in my grandpa's country house
with craggy granite boulders
no bigger than a mouse.
Little trees of twigs and moss
hug miniature ravines,
where
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Winter passes into spring
Seasons come and go
Theres a time for everything
For everything shall come and go
Through the slaughters through the tears
In life's ebb and flow
Seize the moments and the years
For everything must change and grow
There places we loved and those we've left
There are days we remeber well
There are faces we know we shant forget
But this day we move forward
This day we move forward
Seasons come and go
Theres a time for everything
For everything shall come and go
Through the slaughters through the tears
In life's ebb and flow
Seize the moments and the years
For everything must change and grow
There places we loved and those we've left
There are days we remeber well
There are faces we know we shant forget
But this day we move forward
This day we move forward