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These are sites that I haven't seen, |
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haven't been to, |
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makes me happy in the winter, |
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in the winter, frozen over |
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A year old swan is left behind, by the others, broken wing |
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She is wounded, gonna die |
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She know she's gonna die |
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The year old swan isn't scared of me, |
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I sit beside her, she's looking at me |
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Miss her mother, miss the others, rests her head in my lap, |
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Isn't God heard |
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Rests her head in my lap |
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And then the day awakes |
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Behind the mountain it breaks |
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Wake up everyone! |
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Look what I found; a dead swan |
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God it's quiet here |
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Would like an aeroplane to fly by |
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Tempted to scream |
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Spirit lives in the great sky |
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Around Christmas time |
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One great swan is going down |
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On the frozen lake |
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God it's quiet, make a sound! |
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Then she closed her eyes |
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For the last time, goodbye |
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Lost you to it |
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Spirit rests in the great sky |
