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Winter's come, you say you're leavingIt does not make much sense now that you're goneBut I could risk a sorryAs a fool would not be so heartyAnd maybe I could be your lionOne who forsees you walking outSpring had come, you say you owe meIt does not make much sense to act full grownAnd clouds became but partedA return to where things startedAs maybe I could be your lionOne who retreats when called upon again Aus Songtexte Mania