Victims Of The Cold
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Smoky Hoss
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leaves fall
like tears of sorrow
the last one
goes tomorrow
the wind and trees
had their little dance
made their love
took their chance
when autumn colors come
burning
there'll be no
returning
rake
the leaves
dead
beneath the trees
summer's over
and done
...goodbye my old friend
the sun
frost
and cold
a story
of old
winters victims all
are we
say the signs given
in the trees
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