The winter air crept up behind us,
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graves.
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We Could Stand Here, Silent and Still
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Bitter and brisk, fierce yet still.
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graves.
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We Could Stand Here, Silent and Still
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The skies became grey and your hand cold,
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graves.
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We Could Stand Here, Silent and Still
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And I was left standing in this house alone.
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graves.
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We Could Stand Here, Silent and Still
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