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NOW THE WINTER HAS COME,
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ECLIPSE TO THE SUN
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THAT HAS LIGHTED MY LOVE FOR SOME TIME.
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AND A COLD WIND NOW BLOWS,
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NOT MUCH TENDERNESS FLOWS
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FROM THE HEART OF SOMEONE FEELING SO TIRED.
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AND HE FEELS SO ALONE,
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WITH NO LOVE OF HIS OWN.
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SO SAD,
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SO BAD,
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SO SAD,
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SO BAD.
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WHILE HIS MEMORY RACED
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WITH MUCH SPEED AND GREAT HASTE
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THROUGH THE PROBLEMS OF BEING THERE.
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IN HIS HEART, AT ARMS LENGTH,
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HELD WITHIN ITS GREAT STRENGTH
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TO WARD OFF SUCH GREAT DESPAIR.
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BUT HE FEELS SO ALONE,
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WITH NO LOVE OF HIS OWN.
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SO SAD,
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SO BAD,
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SO SAD,
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SO BAD.
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SO SAD,
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SO BAD,
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SO SAD,
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SO BAD.
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TAKE THE DAWN OF THE DAY,
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AND GIVE IT AWAY
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TO SOMEONE WHO CAN FILL THE PART.
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OF THE DREAMS WE ONCE HELD,
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NOW IT'S GOT TO BE SHELVED.
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IT'S TOO LATE FOR TO MAKE A NEW START.
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BUT HE FEELS SO ALONE,
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WITH NO LOVE OF HIS OWN.
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SO SAD,
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SO BAD,
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SO SAD,
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SO BAD,
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OH, IT'S SO SAD,
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SO BAD,
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OH, SO SAD,
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OH, BAD,
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SO SAD,
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OH, BAD.
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SO SAD
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| George Harrison |
