| Oh so cold
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| Evening grey consumed in dark
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| No more day to hold me
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| Sounds won’t stay to play their part
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| Only what strangers told me
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| Why is the ghost who listens
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| So cold and so alone
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| Wind, tell her lightly
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| All that we might be
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| While I sit, nightly
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| Watching the shadows drifting down
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| Twilight descends so blue, so brown
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| And longing begins in this longing town
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| When the haze falls through my heart
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| When its arms enfold me
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| O, my song won’t go that far
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| I can’t sing how lonely
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| Home is a note of distance, a word for gone
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| Wind, tell her lightly
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| All that we might be
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| While I sit, nightly
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| Watching the shadows drifting down
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| Twilight descends so blue, so brown
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| And longing begins in this longing town
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| O, so cold
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| No one home
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| All of the notes, a word for gone |