Outside my window the snow is white,
a winter mist I see so bright.
I hear through chrystals snow on snow,
a distant engine of a plow.
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This is probably not the best day,
you have ever had.
Maybe this is the day your husband died,
your childrens dad.
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To the very moon so high,
in the hazy foggy night
through it’s hazy beem of light
in my head, I there will fly.
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There once was a cat from Doolish bay
Who wandered down the streets of clay.
Until he was complete astray
And had to ask you for the way.
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I light a candle tonight
for all the crying children.
Children either black or white
should not cry tonight.
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There’s a magpie on my window ledge
I see it from my pillow’s edge,
I hope the scottish were not right,
I do not want to die tonight.
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A boy goes crying home from school,
What for?
I dare not ask.
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It’s february the sixth today,
and I will tell you, if I may;
that on this day,
not far away,
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My cup is full of steaming tea,
I’m listening to the inner me,
I’m fighting waves on the raging sea,
and trying to get my sail alee.
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