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biāo tí: Firewood |
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yì shù jiā: Excalion |
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jīn shǔ mèng: klm zhàn chuí gāo yáng |
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Winter |
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Has not yet come |
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But it' s not afar |
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As I approach |
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My fireplace |
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Wary |
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This is a sanctuary and a hideaway |
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I light a flame and end the day |
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And something comes alive, it' s burning, turning into fire |
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Shows me a wonder under the November sky |
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I stare and stare and dare not speak a word or whisper |
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I might scare it away by the smallest sound |
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Tonight |
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I don' t need much for a serene mood |
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A hatchet |
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And some firewood |
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I' m not alone |
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There just happens to be noone here |
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Where the stars are near and air is clear |
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Crystals of water are frozen into ice |
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Where your eyes don' t meet the city lights |
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