I remember when the wind
Grew cold
Some folks I know
Would gather here to see
As the light turned on
Troubles were gone
He would knock on my door
He came to see
How it could be
How it would be
To feel the same
That's why he came
To feel the same
All those little stories
Were told
Songs of old
Made patterns
In the night
In the snow
He was silent
He didn't say
But night became day
And he just wanted to stay
He came to see
How it seemed
How it could be
How it would be
How it would be
To feel the same
How he came
That's why he came
To feel the same
He came to see
He came to see
How it seemed
How it would be
How it would be
To feel the same
How it would be
That's why He came
To feel the same
How it would be
How it would be
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