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In the change of winter I see myself for dead

Years pile on years and I feel that my roots have all been bled

Hope to sustain myself is all I have left

Cannot expect any other artery to help

But you were to me like sight to the deaf

The solitary escape I could take from myself

Oh, Ooh you are

Oh, ooh you are

You are

So soft and perfectly said

Every word that ever has and will fall off your tongue

So softly and perfectly sung

Every word that ever has and will fall off your tongue



In the change of winter I keep myself inside

Got to kick the bucket out from the underside

Got to take what’s given with a smile

And not for granted just for words to write

But you were to me like sound to the blind

The solitary escape I could take from myself

Oh, Ooh you are

Oh, ooh you are

You are

So soft and perfectly said

Every word that ever has and will fall off your tongue

So softly and perfectly sung

Every word that ever has and will fall off your tongue