I was living in the dark,
there wasn't any spark.
My days were not so bright
and every day I had to fight.
It was anger and no love,
staring down and not above.
But, then she knocked on my door,
ah, and I was happy, not so poor.
She gives me all what I need,
she doesn't know what is greed.
Winter's gone, she is spring,
the birds around divinely sing...
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