Old man.
Why do you sing in the snow?
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I fear I could break history with my tears.
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Yes I see,
Our lives shatter like thin ice.
The will of the river shall run deep.
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Old man.
Why do you cry?
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I fear nothing anymore.
For you have found me and take me by my blue withered hand.
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Come home grandfather Christmas dinner is warm.
