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| The lamp is burning low
upon my table top |
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The snow is softly falling |
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| The air is still in the
silence of my room |
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I hear your voice softly calling |
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| If I could only have you
near |
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To breathe a sigh or two |
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| I would be happy just to
hold the hands I love |
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On this winter's night with you |
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| The smoke is rising in the
shadows overhead |
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My glass is almost empty |
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| I read again between the
lines upon each page |
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The words of love you sent me |
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| If I could know within my
heart |
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That you were lonely too |
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| I would be happy just to
hold the hands I love |
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On this winter's night with you |
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| The fire is dying, my lamp
is growing dim |
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The shades of night are lifting |
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| The morning light steals
across my windowpane |
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Where webs of snow are drifting |
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| If I could only have you
near |
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To breathe a sigh or two |
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| I would be happy just to
hold the hands I love |
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On this winter's night with you |
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| And to be once again with you |
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