I can't say that I miss my old dog much
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And I've never looked back since I left home long ago
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But I hoped a trip into the country
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Would help remind me all the things I used to know
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That's what I came for
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That's what I hoped for
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There once was good blood in the breeze here
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We rode across the lake each new year
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What have I remembered
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What did this used to be
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The ice, it used to shine upon our river
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It was a mirror that the cold dark water ran way deep beneath
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And here were many years of winter drownings
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I kept track of these things as they were told to me
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And that's what I looked for
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That's what I came for...
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The changes of the year were once a blessing
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Well this year they're the seasons of my discontent
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But I cannot rewrite my old diaries
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I can only recall all the things that came & went
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But that's what I'd come for
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And that's what I'd hoped for...
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Winter Song
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