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The northern country snow sings |
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An early winter soft like static, down |
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Quaking in the breeze like aspen leaves |
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Silver whispers blanketing the ground |
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Cloak my body in my woolen coat |
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Keep me warm, walk the frozen earth |
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Watch them slowpoke clouds pass like city crowds |
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And carry on in a separate world |
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The freezing wind tastes sharp |
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Sweet like fire smoke, fixed upon the cold |
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And this tiny town yields a tiny sound |
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Like fever hands, so fragile in our hold |
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I walk lonely through the falling snow |
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But loneliness for now is what I need |
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My soul just needs a little space to breathe |
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The same old season shift, same old townie friends |
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Same old hungry feeling for something more in all of this |
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But I will wander through this evening |
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Through the passing of all things |
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Over the swinging bridge, fallen road |
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The icy hill and the fading old brown leaves |