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Cold and alone, in the vineyard he lies
Stained and all broken, the nightingale dies
Looking from your window, I can see the snow
Freezing cold, grinding to a halt
On stonecold gravel, freeze alone
Turning away from the wasted hours
Turning away from the wasted years

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