In the middle of the forest,
In the winter time,
One single flower lays awaken,
In the mist of the faint light.
All the other flowers,
Wilt away and die,
But this one single flower,
Still stays alive...
In another part of this forest,
Another flower lies,
Cold and alone,
But yet is still alive.
How much these two flowers wish,
That they were together in the mist,
But in this cold harsh winter,
They will not combind...
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