Always this winter child,
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December's sun sits low against the sky
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Cold light on frozen fields,
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The cattle in their stable lowing.
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When two walked this winter road,
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Ten thousand miles seemed nothing to us then,
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Now one walks with heavy tread
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The space between their footsteps slowing
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All day the snow did fall,
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What's left of the day is close drawn in,
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I speak your name as if you'd answer me,
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But the silence of the snow is deafening
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How well do I recall our arguments,
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Our logic owed no debts or recompense,
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Philosophy and faith were ghosts
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That we would chase until
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The gates of heaven were broken
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But something makes me turn, I don't know,
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To see another's footsteps there in the snow,
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I smile to myself and then I wonder why it is
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You only cross my mind in winter
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You Only Cross My Mind In Winter
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| Sting & Police |
