| I’ve known mornings white as diamonds
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| Silent from a night so cold
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| Such a stillness, calm as the owl glides
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| Our lives are buried in snow, oh, oh I was sifting through the piles
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| In my hand a tangled thread
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| Each patient tug upon the snarl
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| Is a glimpse of what has been, oh, oh Burdened bands gain strong hands
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| Gaping holes where diamonds should be Must have been the morning that stole them
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| A glint of white in the pocket of winter, oh, oh And some hearts are ghosts settling down in dark waters
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| Just as silt grows heavy and drowns with the stones
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| Some hearts are ghosts settling down in dark waters
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| Just as silt grows heavy and drowns with the stones, oh, oh
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| I’ve known mornings white as diamonds
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| Silent from a night so cold
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| Such a stillness, calm as the owl glides
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| Our lives are buried in snow
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| Our lives are buried in snow |