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Last night we went out to the orchard in the snow |
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There in the constellations, a big dipper far below |
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We walked through the blackness, felt the endless space around |
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And you bent down on your knee and picked an apple from the ground |
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Out past the forest where the Saint Lawrence lies |
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We heard the cargo ships go pushing through the ice |
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You turned when we heard them, your breath hung in the air |
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And you said, "Just 'cause we can't see them doesn't mean that they're not there |
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But I'm not afraid of what I can't see |
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Don't need a reason, don't need to believe" |
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We climbed up a latter that leaned against the hay |
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And out in the distance saw the highway far away |
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The headlights all sparkled, blending into the sky above |
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Where the moon was coming up, and I knew that's all there was |
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But I'm not afraid of all that space |
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'Cause everything I need is written on your face |
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Over by the barn in the dark, we heard the geese |
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They carried our boots past the naked little trees |
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We smelled the cold bark in the air and the sweetness of |
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The fruit on the ground, and the wood smoke above |
