What can I see from my window
This cold December day?
I see the pale gold of winter sun
And hungry birds pecking away
That's what I see from my window
This cold December day.
What can I see from my window
This cold December day?
I see the baring trees in outline
Against the cold blue sky
That's what I see from my window
This cold December day.
What can I see from my window
This cold December day?
I see a reflection of a stranger
That used to be me
That's what I see from my window
This cold December day.
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