(The 5:th of February 1994. A frozen world outside my window)
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In a landscape so shimmering white.
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Under a cold sky so blue.
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They look so sad in their dresses of cold.
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Maybe they long to be in another world.
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Their arms, stretched to the sky.
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To the horizon they long to fly.
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Lost under sorrow silver they mourn the days that died.
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Frozen arms stretched out to touch the sky.
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Winter flight...
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Their arms, stretched to the sky.
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To the horizon they long to fly
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Winter Flight
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| Bay Laurel |
