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Though you may be now |
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A long way from home |
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All your hand-me-downs |
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Live on in their dreams |
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I can see something in that smile |
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In the way they play |
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They're passing down the line |
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Opening the tears |
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And the emptiness |
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No danger signs |
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features unrecognised until now |
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So soon winter brings |
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The first fall of snow |
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There are secret things |
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In all the whitest worlds |
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I can see something in that smile |
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In the way they play |
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They're passing down the line |
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Opening the tears |
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And the emptiness |
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No danger signs |
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Features unrecognised until now |
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Time enough when old sensations |
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Won't remind anymore |
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unaware of all the children |
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Running rings without a care |
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Joining in their games |
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When I hear pale horses riding |
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See them fly as they go |
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Then I know to free the reins |
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Of Unquiet thoughts |
