The stories of the world are sung
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In places that were never young
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I have counted every one
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Chorus
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All the clouds will come to you
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So the sun never comes through
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And we will hide
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From twenty years of winter sky
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Pictures of the world are shown
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In places I have never known
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Who will know who shaped the stone
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Chorus
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The faces of the world are worn
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In places I was never born
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Some will smile while others moan
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Chorus
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Still it turns and says to me
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In words that come uneasily
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Answers are not meant to be
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Chorus
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Winter Sky
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