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Somewhere,
The songs you ought to sing
Will be yours:
Songs of joy.

Somewhere,
A hill is beginning to flower.
You see snow,
But, within your heart, it's spring.

Someday,
You will come back to me,
When the spring
Shall conquer winter.

Then you shall come
Out of the past;
Like the snow,
You will caress me gently.

Until that day,
Never forget me.
Farewell, my dear;
Soon we shall meet again.

Farewell!

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