Trav'ling lady, stay awhile
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until the night is over.
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I'm just a station on your way,
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I know I'm not your lover.
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Well I lived with a child of snow
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when I was a soldier,
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and I fought every man for her
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until the nights grew colder.
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She used to wear her hair like you
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except when she was sleeping,
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and then she'd weave it on a loom
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of smoke and gold and breathing.
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And why are you so quiet now
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standing there in the doorway?
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You chose your journey long before
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you came upon this highway.
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Trav'ling lady stay awhile
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until the night is over.
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I'm just a station on your way,
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I know I'm not your lover.
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Winter Lady
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Leonard Cohen |