I remember her
Singing to herself
I remember her
Skipping as she left
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How many would it take?
How late must it be?
Before you cross the line
And do you need to know
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Don’t be ashamed, he said
Trying to get my attention
Sure, my head was down
Avoiding his eyes
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I'll miss it
I'll miss the thrill
The chase
The race
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footprints in the snow
I follow cold and alone
walking in circles
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I am wolf
In shepherd’s clothing
I see ewe
Little lamb
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Hello mister
You ragged old thing
All ruffled feathers
And black sharpness
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