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Subway
Your love is like the womb
in comfort there I wallow
This spring is like the tomb
this poison soon, I'll swallow
And kisses like the wind
a trail of leaves I'll follow
The summer, the stars, will rescind
in the fall, we'll sing "Dejalo"
Winter's harsh, becoming rough
but kisses, wind's still blowing
And when the going gets tough
and the tough get going,
The cold may do
some growing
So when the mild days get longer
born to remember then
Or the beating hearts get stronger
when we laugh at way back when
And as our brains, they cease to squander
and our memories just grow fonder
We will bloom in time to sing
this spring all over again
