| Now that young girl, outside the store
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| Was trying to capture snow’s magic
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| But each flake melted at her touch
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| Which her young mind found quite tragic
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| And while chasing an elusive snowflake
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| That was determined to reach the ground
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| She bumped into the businessman passing by
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| And nearly knocked him down
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| And thinking she was in trouble
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| The child quickly apologized
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| But the man was not accepting it
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| She could see it in his eyes
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| She explained she had been looking in the toy shop
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| That tomorrow would be christmas day
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| But the man muttered words she could not understand
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| So she searched for something else she could say
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| «do you have any children?"the child asked the man
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| «no,"was his instant reply
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| And though he said it in his firmest voice
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| In his heart he knew he had lied
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| The girl was getting on his nerves
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| Which were already shot
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| Something about her bothered him
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| But he could not say quite what
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| Then he noticed the time was approaching midnight
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| What was she doing on the street?
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| When he asked the girl this question
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| The child seemed to retreat
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| She said she was staying with her parents
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| At the hotel, right next door
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| They were there for just this one night
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| In room twelve twenty-four
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| Then he said, «you best get back there
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| As quick as you can fly!»
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| And he watched as she ran all the way
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| Until she was safely back inside
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| Then he took several steps
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| In the direction towards his home
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| But then he hesitated
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| And took out his mobile phone
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| And called up the institution
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| Where he had left his son
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| To find out if he was still there and alive
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| Wondering if the past could be undone
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| The operator who answered, searched the computer
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| To see if the child had survived
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| And she was sincerely happy to tell him
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| «your son is no longer here, but he is still alive!»
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| Then the lady who was very kind
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| Said, «if you have a short while
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| I can give you all the information
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| That is here inside his file
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| I see that at the age of twelve
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| He had finally learned to walk
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| And could understand most things people said
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| But has never learned to talk
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| He’s living uptown in the bronx
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| At a boarding house hotel"
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| And then the lady gave him the phone number
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| And hotel’s address as well
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| And for the first time in many years
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| The man thought about his life
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| And all the things he had left behind
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| And, of course, he thought about his wife
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| And he wondered if she had lived
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| The things they might have done
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| But really most of all right now
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| He thought about his son
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| Time
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| Standing all alone
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| I bled for you
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| I wanted to
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| Each drop my own
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| Slowly they depart
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| But fall in vain
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| Like desert rain
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| And still they fall on and on and on
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| Got to get back to a reason
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| Got to get back to a reason i once knew
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| And this late in the seasons
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| One by one distractions fade from view
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| So
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| Drifting through the dark
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| The sympathy
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| Of night’s mercy
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| Inside my heart
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| Is your life the same?
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| Do ghosts cry tears?
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| Do they feel years?
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| As time just goes on and on and on
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| Got to get back to a reason
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| Got to get back to a reason i once knew
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| And this late in the seasons
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| One by one distractions fade from view
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| I’m looking for you
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| I’m looking for i don’t know what
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| I can’t see there anymore
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| And all my time’s been taken
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| Is this what it seems?
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| The lure of a dream
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| And i’m afraid to walk back through that door
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| To find that i’ve awakened
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| The night seems to care
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| The dreams in the air
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| The snow’s coming down
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| It beckons me dare
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| It whispers, it hopes
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| It holds and confides
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| And offers a bridge
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| Across these divides
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| The parts of my life
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| I’ve tried to forget
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| It’s gathered each piece
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| And carefully kept
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| Somewhere in the dark
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| Beyond all the cold
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| There is a child
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| That’s part of my soul
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| Got to get back to a reason
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| Got to get back to a reason i once knew
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| And this late in the seasons
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| One by one distractions fade from view
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| The only reason i have left is
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| You |