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A-la-hey,

Oh, the many lost days.

A-la-hey,

Oh, the many lost days!



Won't you take the winter little sun?

Use it for an ember-

Light a fire for the one;

I hope you will remember.

I've got holes in my shoes,

But my spirit sea's a-risin'.

I can see my home

Just over the horizon.



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My fingers, they are numb;


The wind's whisperin' down through the alley;

With a young heart I did run

Through these streets and concrete valleys.

I've seen angels take the fall

From heights too hypnotizin'.

They could not see their home

Just beyond the horizon.



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[bridge]



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