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JOANNA
AMIDST THE WINTER’S SNOW,
AS ALL WE LOVE GROWS OLD,
WHEN WILL WE FEEL THE SUN...
THEN TOMORROW WE WILL HOLD... |
ALEC (overlapping)
THOUGH BITTER WINDS MAY BLOW,
OUR LOVE WILL NOT GROW COLD.
...THE SUN WILL RISE AND
THEN TOMMOROW WE WILL HOLD... |