| Gazing out my window into a world of shadows
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| Snow is slowly falling, I feel something calling
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| Something is wrong in this landscape of ice
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| And I can almost sense reality’s demise
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| I rub my eyes, is this a trick of my mind?
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| But it seems that the world has changed
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| Confounded I feel a chilling wind
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| And I realise there is snow in my room
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| And I see places I have never been
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| And I see things I have never seen
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| So I press my face closer to the glass
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| Staring out, oblivious of the time that pass
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| What was that under the oak over there?
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| Was there some kind of laughter in the chilly air?
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| A journey through ice in the winternight
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| A place forever dressed in white
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| Reality fades in the winternight
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| A land of shadows and moonlight
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| And that special mood is catching me
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| And I’m beginning to hear and see
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| Faint voices whisper in the dark night
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| Weird creatures bounce just out of sight
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| And I see places I have never been
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| And I see things I have never seen |