The day may be dreary, the morning may be cold,
If I truly listen, I can still hear a song,
Through all the hard times, through all the gloom,
These notes manage to still reach me.

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Through the day flows a melody
Made by two in familiarity and sympathy,
From that first spring, it has through the years
Followed us faithfully, comforted and stood by us.
When I want, I can hear the melody
A song of sorrow and joy sounds so fragile and fine
Even if the day is still gray, the song can still be heard
It feels as if it captures all my sorrow and joy.

The song reflects the dreams, the ones we once had,
Dissatisfaction and worries are also in our song,
There are illusions, happiness and finesse
Everything reflecting life itself, even sadness and sorrow.

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