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Oh, so cold |
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Evening gray consumed in dark |
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No more day to hold me |
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Sounds won't stay to play their part |
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Only what strangers told me |
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Why is the ghost who listens so cold and alone? |
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Wind, tell her lightly |
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All that we might be |
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While I sit nightly |
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Watching the shadows and drifting down |
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Twilight descends so blue, so brown |
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And longing begins in this longing town |
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When the haze falls through my heart |
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When its arms enfold me |
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Oh, my song won't go that far |
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I can't sing how lonely |
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Home is a note of distance, a word for gone |
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Wind, tell her lightly |
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All that we might be |
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While I sit nightly |
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Watching the shadows and drifting down |
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Twilight descends so blue, so brown |
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And longing begins in this longing town |
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Oh, so cold, no one home |
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All of the notes, a word for gone |
