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And the coldest wind
To reach this time
Of the year since
Records were kept
 
And the fire meets
Every thousand yard stare
With open arms
How I wish you were here
 
Cause it seems this storm
Has got more courage than it needs
But as luck would have
I’ve been shaky at the knees
Can’t let it be
But I cannot find it alone
 
Now the story goes
We were longing for snow
But that autumn moon
Never looked so at home
 
Well it seems that storm
Has lost the courage that it needs
And as luck would have
I need the light to carry me free
No one to be
And no more time we should know