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The night is closing in |
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The clouds are frozen still |
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The birds are feathered down |
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The churches ring the hour |
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Where once there was a cheer now stands a sorry crowd |
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Across the frozen lake |
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Beneath the tattered flags, a carnival of skates |
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The scissors scratch their names |
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Where once I held your hand I cannot bear to stand |
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This city is a cauldron of blackened snow and strangers |
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I moved here from the country |
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I didn t know the danger |
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I m haunted by the bottle |
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I m haunted by the angels |
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In letters from my sister, she asks me how I m feeling |
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I say that I am better but I lie in every letter |
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I have moved into the margin |
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I have moved into the shadow |
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Move closer to the fire or else you ll meet the ghost |
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I loved you like a brother |
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I loved you more than most |
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But still you left me vacant |
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Still you left me cold |