The curtains are drawn
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Now the fire warms the room.
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Meanwhile outside
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Wind from the north-east chills the air,
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It will soon be snowing out there.
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And some thete are
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Cold, they prepare for a sleepless night.
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Maybe this will be their last fight.
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But we're safe in each other's embrace,
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All fears go out as I look on your face-
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Better think awhile
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Or I may never think again.
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If this were the last day of your life, my friend,
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Tell me, what do you think you would do then?
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Stand up to the blow that fate has struck upon you,
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Make the most of all you still have coming to you, or
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Lay down on the ground and let the tears run from you,
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Crying to the grass and trees and heaven finally on your knees
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Let me live again, let life come find me wanting.
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Spring must strike again against the shield of winter.
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Let me feel once more the arms of love surround me,
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Telling me the danger's past, I need not fear the icy blast again.
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Laughter, music and perfume linger here
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And there, and there,
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Wine flows from flask to glass and mouth,
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As it soothes, confusing our doubts.
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And soon we feel,
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Why do a single thing to-day,
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There's tomorrow sure as I'm here.
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So the days they turn into years
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And still no tomorrow appears.
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Better think awhile
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Or I may never think again.
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If this were the last day of your life, my friend,
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Tell me, what do you think you would do then?
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From The Undertow
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| Tony Banks |
