The rays of the sun make their way through the treesThe rays of the sun make their way through the trees
The rays of the sun make their way through the trees in the snow-covered forestThe rays of the sun make their way through the trees in the snow-covered forest
Gold is a mark, but how many unhappy people did he makeGold is a mark, but how many unhappy people did he make
Five years ago, it makes me so mad when you can't find a person before you dieFive years ago, it makes me so mad when you can't find a person before you die