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(previously unreleased from the Nilsson Sings Newman sessions)

Snow

Fills the fields

We used to know

And the little park

Where we would go

Sleeps far below

In the snow

Gone

It's all over

And you're gone

But the memory lives on

Although

On, dreams lie buried

In the snow

Sometimes the wind blows

Through the trees

And I think I hear you

Calling me

But all I see is snow

Everywhere I go

As the cold winter sun

Sinks low

I walk alone

Through the snow

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