| In the dead of night not a soul out here
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| The moon
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| The silence
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| Just the frozen ground cracking underneath my feet
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| My breath
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| Warming steam
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| The thought weighs
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| less than the chip of a snowflake
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| less than the chip of a snowflake
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| It is the feeling
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| It nurtures
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| It kills me
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| Down from heaven snow gently falls
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| So white
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| and pure
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| I lay my body down spread my arms out open
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| Become one
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| with my surroundings
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| The thought weighs
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| less than the chip of a snowflake
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| less than the chip of a snowflake
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| It is the feeling
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| It nurtures
|
| The thought weighs
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| less than the chip of a snowflake
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| less than the chip of a snowflake
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| It is the feeling
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| It nurtures
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| That kills me
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| That kills me
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| That kills me
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| That kills me
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| (when will I ever learn?) |