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The lone woman stands in the turning |
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DecemberShe's got ice on her lashes, white at her winter coat |
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The trees stand like soldiers around her |
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Dutiful wooden curse and the heart she feared frozen |
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Still beats and still marches on |
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Oh, AnnieI will think of you each time |
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I see the sun |
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Didn't want a day without you |
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But somehow |
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I've lived through another one |
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A gentlemen waits on a platform in a haze of gray and grief |
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Now he's sold up his assets, starting over at seventy |
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The steam blasts like trumpets around him |
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Salutes on the colonnade as he thinks to himself"We're all waiting for our train to come" |
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Oh, AnnieI will think of you each time |
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I see the sun |
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Didn't want a year without you |
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But somehow |
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I've lived through another one |
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Did you find it hard to breathe at first? |
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Were you wounded and in disbelief at how much it hurt? |
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Now the ache's still burning, but the world's still turning |
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Isn't it?Oh, |
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AnnieI still think of you each time |
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I see the sun |
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Didn't want a life without you |
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But here I am living one |
