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When the winter lights are low,

And your on the moon with vertigo,
And the bitter mornings have you stung.
Listen to the children smile,
And loose yourself for just a while
Then laugh; like you are young.
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Cos by the fire - the ambers blush
And in their bedrooms, children hush
And even though your all alone,
Welcome
Its winter silence,
The world is sleeping still.