| It’s Beautiful Outside, An Old Hand Gathers Wood,
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| Can He See Me Sitting Here? |
| His Mind Is Somewhere Else.
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| His Friend Have Flown Away, He’s Left Out In The Cold.
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| He Won’t Sit By My Fire, He Says He Likes It In The Snow.
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| Where Footprints Never Go, He Likes It In The Snow.
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| It’s Getting Dark Outside, The Old Hand’s Going Home,
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| Has He Someone Waiting There? |
| Or Is He Living On His Own?
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| Where Footprints Never Go, He Likes It In The Snow…
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| White Blanket, Hiding The Traces Of Tears She Didn’t See,
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| Oh White Blanket Covers The Memory
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| Of All That Used To Be. |
| All That Used To Be.
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| But His Heart Keeps Aching In The Same Old Way,
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| He Can’t Help Feeling That She Might Come Back Someday.
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| It’s Beautiful Outside, A Magpie Looks For Food.
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| The Old Hand Throws A Crumb,
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| Do You Think He’s Found A Friend?
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| Where Footprints Never Go, He Likes It In The Snow…
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| White Blanket, Hiding The Traces Of Paths He Didn’t Take
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| Oh White Blanket Covers The Memory
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| Of Moves He Didn’t Make
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| Oh White Blanket, Hiding The Traces Of Tears She Didn’t See
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| Snow White Blanket Simply Covers The Memory
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| Of All That Used To Be.
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| But His Heart Keeps Aching In The Same Old Way
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| He Can’t Help Feeling That She Might Come Back Someday. |