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Stepped out through the melting ice |
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Took care in the coming light |
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Cathedral bells ringing down |
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Branches blooming all through town |
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And in my ears a steady ring |
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Kept me moving toward the spring |
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It was a long, long cold year |
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But I think it's all becoming clear |
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And I thought it through |
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I think I want it too |
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When I saw you there upon your chair |
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In the light of winter's heir |
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Came sudden like a southern wind |
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Like the Santa Ana's blowing in |
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A pheasant's feather for your thoughts |
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I said "Don't shoot me with your buck shots" |
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We listen for the sounds out there |
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Raised our knives out of fear |
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It was a long, long cold year |
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But I think it's all becoming clear |
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And I've thought it through |
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I think I want it too |
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Cause I saw you there upon your chair |
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In the light of winter's heir |
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Stepped out through melting ice |
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Took care in the coming light |
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Cathedral bells ringing down |
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Branches blooming all through town |
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In our ears a steady ring |
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Kept us moving towards the spring |
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It was a long, long cold year |
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But the thaw is finally here |
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I've thought it through |
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I'm sure I want too |
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And I saw you there upon your chair |
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In the light of winter's heir |
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When I see you there upon your chair |
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In the light of winter's heir |
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I see you there upon your chair |
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In the light of winter's heir |
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I see you there upon your chair |
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In the light of winter's air |
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And your emerald eyes and raven hair |
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In the light of winter's heir |
