| Even when the world grows cold |
| Even when I'm gray and old |
| I'll hold on to what I know is mine |
| My gentle heart, my open mind |
| Stormy weather will insist, but I'll still try |
| Would you be so kind to listen to my cry? |
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| Seasons change, and so do I |
| But I'll stay human, I'll stay kind |
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| It's bittersweet, the first sign of snow |
| And the streets glow white |
| But we all have places we must go |
| So they fade to gray before you know |
| Can our hearts stay pure as gold? Well, one can dream |
| Will they harden into stone? Well, I believe |
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| Seasons change, and so do I |
| But I'll stay human, I'll stay kind |
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| Oh, even when the world grows cold |
| Even when I'm gray and old |
| I'll hold on to what I know is mine |
| My gentle heart, my open mind |
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| And I know that seasons change, but so do I |
| But I'll stay human, I'll stay kind |
| I'll stay human |
| I'll stay kind |
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| When I take my final breath |
| You will know one thing |
| That I spent each moment being |
| Love, hope, joy, human, kind |
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