Winter is coming. The nights are long leaving time to write songs.

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The Fall colors are gone
Leaves dead on the ground 
The sky red in the early dawn
Walking a swish, swishing sound

The days are short
The nights are long
A dusting of snow in the court
I'll sit and write a new song

Small birds hunting for seeds
Ice along the river bank
There is a whisper in the reeds
Paw prints where a racoon drank

The days are short
The nights are long
Talk of snow in the news report 
I'll sit and write a new song

Everything is so still 
It is warm by the fire
Wild deer on the hill
You beside me is all I desire 

The days are short
The nights are long
Talk of snow in the news report 
I sit and write my own song

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We only have so much time, make the best of it.

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The mountains will crumble to dust Right now it is standing strong
This old Ford will turn to rust
But the radio still plays love songs

Time will catch up to all of us
Savor each new moment
Time will catch up to all of us
Savor each new moment

All raindrops find a way to the sea
For now the river is running along
Not every bee can be the queen
But every wing can sing a song

Time will catch up to all of us
Savor each new moment
Time will catch up to all of us
Savor each new moment

We all have our own talents
Use them before they are gone
Life can really be a challenge 
We all have to sing our own song

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