The lone woman stands in the turning December
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She's got ice on her lashes, white at her winter coat
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The trees stand like soldiers around her
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Dutiful wooden curse
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And the heart she feared frozen
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Still beats and still marches on
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Oh, Annie
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I will think of you each time I see the sun
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Didn't want a day without you
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But somehow I've lived through another one
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A gentlemen waits on a platform in a haze of gray and grief
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Now he's sold up his assets, starting over at 70
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The steam blasts like trumpets around him
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Salutes on the colonnade
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As he thinks to himself:
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"We're all waiting for our train to come"
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Oh, Annie
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I will think of you each time I see the sun
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Didn't want a year without you
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But somehow I've lived through another one
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Did you find it hard to breathe at first?
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Were you wounded and in disbelief at how much it hurt?
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Now the ache's still burning, but the world's still turning
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Isn't it?
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Oh, Annie
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I still think of you each time I see the sun
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Didn't want a life without you
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But here I am living one
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Ice On Her Lashes
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Brooke Fraser |