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You counted 74 swans on the canal |
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You counted 74 swans on the canal |
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You were glad it was an even number |
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Everybody had another |
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No one was facing this cold alone |
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This cold alone, cold alone, cold alone |
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They were gathered between bridges |
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In the steely sunshine |
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Bookend by ice on either side |
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Here comes a pair on final approach |
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Wings like great white bellows |
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Gathering inward to land and it looks like grace |
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Looks like grace, looks like grace |
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You counted 74 swans on the canal |
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You counted 74 swans on the canal |
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You were glad it was an even number |
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Everybody had another |
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No one was facing this cold alone |
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I thought you were right there with me |
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On my left side |
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Too eager to get where |
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I'm goingI left you behind |
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But you were on the last watch |
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The passing of the torch |
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You counted 74 swans, now there's 75 |
