| Snowfall requires listening
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| And the silence it brings is deafening
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| As it whispers it echoes echoes through my bones
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| Bury me like silent peace
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| These gifts they fall like ancient memories,
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| Like voices from the past cascading down.
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| And the stillness drifts back in like possibility,
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| And in the silence is where you find the song.
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| And I’m blinded by the ease of letting go,
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| Worlds shutting down… Just an ode to the snow.
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| Tree limbs bend and spring up again
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| The snowfall fumbling down through the pines
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| To baptize, to confirm the frozen hallowed ground
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| Exhume my youth, everlasting change
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| Blankets entomb, the dreary colors fade
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| And I’m reminded to the time when I did everything
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| When the stillness drifts back in like possibility,
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| And in the silence is where you find the song.
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| And I’m blinded by the ease of letting go,
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| Worlds shutting down… Just an ode to the snow.
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| When the stillness drifts back in like possibility,
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| And in the silence is where you find the song.
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| When I’m blinded by the ease of letting go,
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| Worlds shutting down… Just an ode to the snow.
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| Worlds shutting down… Just an ode to the snow. |