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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 |
