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Winter days
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innocence Rich gray skies
sing faint lullabies
make me close my eyes
and taste the white snow
Tortured souls lie
my ambitions start to die
years pass me by
These winter days are real
Flakes fall and feel
Days continue to reel
The corporation makes a deal
where are you now?
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