| The noble pine stands alone
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| No one to see how tall it’s grown
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| In its frozen home
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| So it stands in the snow
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| And the north winds blow
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| It’s a cold little life here in Winters
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| And there’s a boy all alone
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| No one to care how tall he’s grown
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| In his frozen home
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| So he stands on his own like the pine
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| And as the snow falls down
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| It never makes a sound
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| Sure, it seems to fly around
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| But it’s headed for the ground
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| This winter’s gonna be long, yeah
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| This winter’s gonna be long
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| And in his dreams, he can fly
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| A daring genius hero guy
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| With a dad nearby
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| But he wakes,
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| And there’s snow
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| And the north winds blow
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| It’s a cold little life here in Winters
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| So will he live like the pine?
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| Perfectly still, just killing time,
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| In a slow decline
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| Or will he come to be something more?
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| Maybe adventure lies
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| Beyond the snowy skies
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| With a purpose and a friend
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| Waiting just around the bend
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| Till then he’s gotta be strong, yeah
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| 'Cause winter’s gonna be long
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| This winter’s gonna be long |