| In the middle of winter
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| The trees are bare and the bears are hibernating
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| The only sound in the forest
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| Is the sound of snow heard crashing to the ground
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| And in the middle of loving
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| I hope you’ll find a place in your heart for them
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| They really can’t do us any harm
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| It is only us who can do harm to them
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| But there’s an animal that winter won’t affect at all
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| He sits by fireplaces waiting for the winter’s fall
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| He owns guns and oh you know he’s got that gun in his hand
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| He’s a man and oh he’s got that precious thing in his hand
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| So in the middle of loving
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| I hope you’ll find a place in your heart for them
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| When it’s cold and the grass is gold
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| All the animals take shelter as they hide
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| And when an animal can’t find shelter
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| Some time winter takes over and he dies
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| But there’s an animal that winter won’t affect at all
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| He sits by fireplaces waiting for the winter’s fall
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| He owns guns and oh you know he’s got that gun in his hand
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| He’s a man and oh he hold’s that precious life in his hand |