It was early autumn, not spring
Still she planted all of her seeds
Solemnly waiting for them to grow
Walking along the dying weeds
As I was watching she sang to them
Promised them summer was closing in
I grieved her work in vain
Her hoping eyes, her wrinkled skin
In the past that was lost in oblivion
She had been living as the crow
Now she was dressed in green
Never expecting the snow
I walked away before the cold came
I couldn't stand to watch her die
But I know she was still waiting
As the frost drew her sigh
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