| Yesterday never died — it just went into hiding
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| It lies slumbering at the bottom of a deep, dark lake
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| Hidden in the woods of my time
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| There was no path to follow, but I found my way
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| I had been lost for long
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| Forlorn in the woods I knew so well
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| I didn’t quite know what I was looking for
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| But still I found it — or did it find me?
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| I couldn’t see a way to this place
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| But from where I stand now I can see it all.
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| I can see how bright the stars shine at night.
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| I can see how the sun wakes life from it’s slumber
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| And I see how the snow cradles it back to sleep again.
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| I see my way back home but I never want to leave this place. |