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Where are the beautifull days?
Where are the sleighrides 'till dawn?
Where are the tender moments of splendor?
Where have they gone? Where have they gone

Somewhere, my love, there will be songs to sing,
Although the snow covers the hopes of spring,
Somewhere a hill blossoms in green and gold,
And there are dreams, all that your heart can hold.

Someday we'll meet again my love,
Someday whenever the spring breaks through.
You'll come to me out of the long ago,
Warm as the wind soft is the kiss of snow.

Till then my sweet, think of me now and then,
Godspeed my love, ‘till you are mine again.

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