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Winter time is near

and they'll all soon be falling down


The frozen atmosphere

I can sense it and smell it



She won't know about us

When she blankets the town

A small voice telling us

to go out



Winter ends the years

Golden declarations

I listen to The Fear

as I am driving to meet you



She don't know about us

When she blankets the town

A small voice tells us

to go out



Winter time is here

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