The old man knows very well
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Going down by the snowbank, there's a mound
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A mound that an old man knows good
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Look who raises his shoe all over this mound
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Right over the world that's another rewind
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And it's time, time, time for the last rewind
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For a broken old man and a world unkind
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He buried all his memories of home
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In an icy clump that lies beneath the ground
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No one knows how far he traveled
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Oh! I heard he walked miles from the little mound
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Can he find some shelter?
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He doesn't know to behold what the cold frost can do
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And at last till he realized he'd circled back around
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Round a back circle, round a back realized
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Ice is all he was made of
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The bitter blue, and frozen through
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He went over to the mound
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Reclining down his final thoughts
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Were drifting to the time this life had shined
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Mound
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| Phish |
