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Old man. 

Why do you sing in the snow? 


I fear I could break history with my tears. 


Yes I see, 

Our lives shatter like thin ice. 

 The will of the river shall run deep. 


Old man. 

Why do you cry? 


I fear nothing anymore. 

For you have found me and take me by my blue withered hand. 


Come home grandfather Christmas dinner is warm. 



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