| You’re standing numb
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| Looking back
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| How long already?
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| How could you fool flee to the world
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| Just right before the break of winter?
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| And nothing in this world will change
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| All just stays the same
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| The world — a gate
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| To a thousand deserts, silent and cold
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| And one who’s lost what you have lost
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| Does stop at nothing, never rests
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| You’re standing pale
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| Damned to go off on your winter-travel
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| Just like the smoke that’s always seeking
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| Colder, chiller, higher skies
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| Fly, bird, and sing your song
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| In the way of the desert bird
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| And hide, you fool this bleeding heart
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| In ice and snow, in chill and scorn
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| Save your prayers before they swoon
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| This bitter cold that came so soon
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| Every story has its end
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| His future dreams forever banned
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| Oh my dearest Winterchild
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| Overwhelmed by coldness, ice and snow at night
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| The crows are screaming
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| And fly whirring towards town
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| Soon it will snow —
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| Woe betide those who don’t — have home
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| Fly, bird, and sing your song
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| In the way of the desert bird
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| And hide, you fool this bleeding heart
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| In ice and snow, in chill and scorn |