| Last night my window opened
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| In the cold winter breeze
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| And from the dark forest
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| A white dog stared in at me
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| He sat in the branches
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| With his glowing yellow eyes
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| And softly he growled
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| In the shaking black pines
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| White dog, white dog, tell me Where’s the door?
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| Across a lake of fire
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| To the silver shore
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| I fell from my window
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| In the swirling black breeze
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| Into the dark forest
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| And the ice-covered leaves
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| Down, down through the branches
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| Through the white waving trees
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| Down, down I fell
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| Into the mouth of the sea
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| White dog, white dog, tell me Where’s the door?
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| Across a lake of fire
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| To the silver shore |