Winter winds they do blow cold,
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The time of year, it is chosen.
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Now the frost and fire,
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And now the sea is frozen.
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He who sleeps he does not see
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The coming of the seasons,
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The filling of a dream
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Without a time to reason.
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When she walks through evil
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O'er the paths of broken illusions,
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Carefully now she lives,
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For she has mended her confusion.
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Winter Winds
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| Sandy Denny |
