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Ivy tapping on my window, wine and candle glow, |
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Skies that promise snow have gathered overhead. |
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Buttered toast and creamy coffee, table laid for two, |
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Lovely having you to share a smile with me. |
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And it's all right, sitting in firelight |
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Making the room bright, keeping us warm. |
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Yes it's so good, smelling that pine-wood |
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Burning like wood should, glowing like corn. |
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On the wall the clock is chiming, hours passing by, |
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And for you and I the wind sings winter songs. |
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In the village people gather at the Lamplight Inn |
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Drinking liquid sin to keep the cold away. |
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And it's all right, sitting in firelight |
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Making the room bright, keeping us warm. |
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Yes it's so good, smelling that pine-wood |
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Burning like wood should, glowing like corn. |
