Way above the snow-patch to the stream
Whistles defamation of trees
And when the near do wells up to call
Who knows how to run? We do.
Still we can not stray too far
See how many steps there are to go
Nightly fall, tumble and melt like the snow
And when the near do wells up to call
Who knows how to run? We do.
Still we can not stray too far
It seems like most of the time I'm out of view
In my room over Third Avenue
And when the near do wells up to call
Who knows how to run? We do.
Still we can not stray too far
Still we can not stray too far
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