I walked out in the snow
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And left no mark upon the ground I trod
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The sky, heavy and low
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The exhalation of an Arctic god
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And I heard words meant for no one
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In the air,words out of nowhere
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And I saw all at once at my feet
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Unexpectedly, a shadow play
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I broke off on a floe
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And drifted aimlessly a hundred miles
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The wind, beginning to blow
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Carried me forward on this boat of ice
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And I saw things half imagined
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Far away, pictures and pageants
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That were lost in a moment like words
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From a language that I never knew
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And this voyage seemed to be haunted
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By a soul, lost and unwanted
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Destined to journey through time
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Always covered in a coat of white
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I walked out in the snow
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Never knowing what I came here for
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A dream from so long ago
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But we don't talk about it anymore
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Out In The Snow
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| Al Stewart |
