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And the seasons, °èÀýµéÀÌ and the seasons come on go, °èÀýµéÀÌ Áö³ª°¡³×¿ä In the springtime, º½ÀÌ µÇ¸é birds will sing and flowers grow, »õµéÀÌ ¿ï°í ²ÉÀÌ ÇǾî¿ä At summer's end, the autumn breeze, ¿©¸§ÀÌ Áö³ª¸é °¡À» ¹Ù¶÷Àº will whisper through the trees, ³ª¹«µé »çÀÌ·Î ¼Ó»èÀÏ °Å¿¹¿ä And leaves are falling on the ground, ±×¸®°í ´ëÁö À§·Î ³ª¹µÀÙµéÀÌ ¶³¾îÁö°í And we are calling to be found; ¿ì¸° ã¾Æ´Þ¶ó°í ¼Ò¸®Ä¡°í ÀÖ¾î¿ä
And in our homes, so many tears, ¿ì¸® °íÇâ¿¡¼± ¸¹À» ´«¹°À» È긱 °Å¿¹¿ä They don't know where we have gone, ±×µéÀº ¿ì¸®°¡ ¾îµð·Î °¬´ÂÁö ¸ô¶ó¿ä And snow is falling on the ground, ´ëÁö À§·Î ´«ÀÌ ³»¸®°í ÀÖ¾î¿ä And we are calling to be found, ±×·¯¸é ã¾Æ´Þ¶ó°í ¿ì¸° ¼Ò¸®Ä¡°í ÀÖ¾î¿ä We are calling to be found... ã¾Æ´Þ¶ó°í ¿ì¸° ¼Ò¸®Ä¡°í ÀÖ¾î¿ä...
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