| Forty winters, cold and dark
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| Surround you like a beauty mark
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| A tilt on the axises
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| That time of year
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| And the flesh of your cheekbones
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| Says no damage here
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| The first time I saw you
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| There was ice on the ground
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| And the girl in the greenhouse said
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| Paradise found
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| Forty winters, forty winters
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| Forty winters straight in line
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| Were you not my valentine?
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| Orange blossoms and sandal woods
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| Oaken moss and musk
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| Will fragrance your senses
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| From daylight till dusk
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| You made the simple life
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| Fit for a king
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| An oaten meal by candle light
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| A beautiful thing
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| Forty winters, forty winters
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| Forty winters, forty winters
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| Why can’t I break the spell
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| Shake you and make you well?
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| What is it blinding me
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| That keeps you from finding me?
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| I know you’re in there
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| You haven’t gone somewhere
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| That God only knows about
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| Leaving me frozen out
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| Darling, I promise you this
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| I won’t let you drown in the mist
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| Forty winters, dark and drear
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| Could not age you one short year
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| It’s like I’m trapped beneath the bell jar
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| As big as the earth
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| And I’m running to reach you
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| For all that I’m worth
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| I’ll bathe you and feed you
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| And I’ll tend to your grace
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| But don’t make me leave you
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| In such a dark place
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| I’m drunk on the bitterness
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| That sorrow demands
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| And I know that tomorrow
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| Is out of my hands
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| Until we’re together
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| I’ll sleep in the snow
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| And I’ll love you forever
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| 'Cause that all I know
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| Forty winters, forty winters
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| Forty winters, forty winters
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| Forty winters, forty winters |