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I used to walk in a winter evening as so many others do, But not once did I feel a chill of the wind, for I would think of home � and you, So I then quickened my steps to hurry and soon my journey would cease, I was home, where it was warm and comfortable, I was in your arms � at peace. I remember the happiness I felt, as the brightness turned to night. For others hurried where a door would swing open and loved ones would be in sight, People were free with happy smiles, some even spoke as they went their way, The world changed to a place of rest � We were glad for the end of a busy day. Then I was young and my dreams were dear, so I laughed at the wind and the snow Now my heart has grown much older and my resistance to the weather is low, I used to whistle or hum a tune, and I waved as my friends passed by, Now my return is silent, except for footsteps that echo against the sky. It seems long ago since my feet were light � since my head was full of song, For I have found out that a hand of frost can enter where it doesn�t belong, The night is dark, the wind makes me shudder � it rips my face and hair, I reach home � but I receive no big welcome from the storm � for you are not there. | |||||
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