Old rotting love dies a little more each day
To make room for new to move in and stay
And shove out the hurt old memories bring
And soon the winter will melt into spring

It’s hard to forget, even more to forgive
But with burdens and grudges I don’t want to live
So with time I will learn to let go of the sting
And soon the winter will melt into spring

Open your windows and air out your rooms
Bring in the mops and the sponges and brooms
Invite your real friends, those who make your heart sing
And soon the winter will melt into spring

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