When the white eagle of the North 

Is flying overhead

And the browns, reds and golds of autumn 

Lie in the gutter, dead
Remember then, the summer birds 

With wings of fire flaying

Come to witness Spring's new hope 

Born of leaves decaying
As new life will come from death

Love will come at leisure

Love of love, love of life

And giving without measure
Gives in return a wondrous yearn 

Of a promise almost seen

Live hand-in-hand 

And together we'll stand 
On the threshold of a dream....

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