Artwork ©1996, Kim Hokanson
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Wipe the grime from the glass.
Tired eyes turn to see.
Dirty snow on the ground, on this New Year's Eve.
Now the worry fills your smile.
How can I explain?
Wipe those lines from your brow.
Worried eyes turn to me.
I swear that time will cure all. Hold on 'till the spring.
Cuz when the snow began to fall,
I knew that I could not explain.
When winter comes around,
I lay my body down,
'till I am numb from limb to limb.
As snow covers my head,
I make the cold my bed,
'till tired eyes find rest again.
When winter comes around,
I lay my body down,
'till I am numb from limb to limb.
As snow covers my head,
I make the cold my bed,
'till tired eyes find rest again.
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