| Bury me in winter when
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| Days are dressed in silver, to remain
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| Till it is warm again
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| And hide me from the shadows
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| Great thoughts and broken arrows
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| Till the day
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| Day it is cold again
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| Bury me in winter when
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| Days are dressed in silver, to remain
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| Till it is warm again
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| And hide me from the shadows
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| Great thoughts and broken arrows
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| Till the day
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| Day it is cold again
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| Take route, find your feet
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| Make space in
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| And ideas trickle around
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| In bloom is where you will be found
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| My thoughts flicker on
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| Seasons march on and on and on
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| And ideas trickle down
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| In bloom is where you will be found
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| Bury me in winter when
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| Days are dressed in silver, to remain
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| Till it is warm again
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| And hide me from the shadows
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| Great thoughts and broken arrows
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| Till the day
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| Day it is cold again |