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In the eyes of the trapper fire's burning, burning bright |
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He's searching for the crossing where the fox has left its traces on |
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Shortly finds a trail jam, lays his snare under the trace |
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With care wipes his own marks and skis back along his own tracks |
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The work has been done as well as he does |
| [01:55.25] |
Can't sleep at night, can't stand the wait |
| [02:02.74] |
He has to get up, he has to leave |
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And before the dawn the chase is on |
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Gently slide the skis on the hardened skiing tracks |
| [02:25.56] |
The narrow beam of the headlight moves around back and forth |
| [02:32.86] |
Shows the way through the tangle, reveals the gleam under the spruce |
| [02:41.04] |
The yellow flashes in the darkness, shotgun's flame lights up the sky |
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The gleam dies out |
| [03:01.82] |
But the fire's burning |
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And on the gambrel's nails |
| [03:37.84] |
Is hanging upside down |
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One of god's cereals |
| [03:45.51] |
Giving away its skin and tail |
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Once and again |
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This lonely man |
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Is skiing back |
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Along his own tracks |
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