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When the summer fled past my window
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and autumn's chill was in the air
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there was a special kind of lonesome
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'round that ending time of year.
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When the leaves fell
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and they drifted 'neath the trees that soon were bare
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I felt that wind blow,
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ever colder,
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and suddenly,
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you were there.
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We laughed and scuffled
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while the snow fell
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and the cold gave your cheecks a glow.
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And in your arms come evening
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a kind of peace I know.
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Often I'd wake at midnight
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mid some icy winter storm,
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and then I would find you
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beside me,
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and you made the night seem so warm.
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Now I go my way
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and you go your way
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now that the winter's come and gone.
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But somehow
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with the springtime
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your golden warmth still lingers on.
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Winter Song
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Harry Chapin |