| In the light of my fire
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| I see footsteps in snow
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| In white-out conditions
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| My eyes have no view
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| In the light of my fire
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| I see grey sticks in snow
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| In white-out conditions
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| There’s no trace of the track at all
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| A peak is blazed wiith the light from the moon
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| And there is no view in darkness
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| I search for the moonlight
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| In the light of my fire
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| I see cornice on stones
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| In white-out conditions
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| There’s no further view
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| In the light of my fire
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| I see grey flakes of snow
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| There is no sign of life here at all
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| A peak is blazed with the light from the moon
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| And there is no view in darkness
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| I search for the moonlight |