| Now, I see winter’s dawn
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| The wind turns traitor cold
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| Seems long since summer time
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| And the stories that were told
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| We spoke of dreams that came to us
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| When we were young
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| But as the morning rose
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| We spoke with forked tongues
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| My love is a fleeting one
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| My man could be anyone
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| And our love is a setting sun
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| As we took those evening walks
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| Down through the graveyard
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| Those names engraved always
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| Put a new shade to my thoughts
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| But he and I, we both knew
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| The bread that we’d break
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| Would never take their place
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| What’s cold, you mustn’t awake
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| My life is a fleeting one
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| My work is just a web I’ve spun
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| Oh, my life is a setting sun
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| I don’t know where I’m going
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| But no one is coming with me
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| I won’t give up, chasing the sun
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| Here I go, look at me run
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| Here I go
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| Look at me run
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| Here I go
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| Look at me run
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| My love is a fleeting one
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| My man could be anyone
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| And our love is a setting sun
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| My life is a fleeting one
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| My work is just a web I’ve spun
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| Oh, my life is a setting sun
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| Baffled by the lives we’d been lent
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| We met the end too soon
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| I was honest when I told you
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| We’re as cryptic as the moon |