I remember walking, one side of town to the other
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Alone one night in January... or February
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It's like in an old movie from some other land
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It lasted for hours
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Only streelights
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And the grating of gravel in pedestrian subways
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I remember some trees which stood black and naked
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Weatherbeaten hollows of snow
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With sparse lumps of ice,
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Been scraped off by the wind alone
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And on the stairs before I left
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One of the girls had surprisingly given me a kiss
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Stung in the cold long after
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Porn Piece Or The Scars Of Cold Kisses
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| Ulver |
