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Walking alone one winter morning, amidst fog and cloudy skies.
My breath is really white; I'll be at the park in a bit.
The road I take there is wettened with green;
And even though it's not that long of a road, I'm walking forever.
Walking alone one winter morning, amidst fog and cloudy skies.
My breath is really white; I'll be at the park in a bit.
Into the dream that girl gave to me, into the middle of it.
A friend walked here too, on this sort of winter morning.
Things are fine the way they are;
Fine if you just keep on walking.
Don't think about trying anything stupid;
There is nothing beyond that point.
A bit more to the park.
A bit more to the park.
I walked with just those words.
My breath is really white; I'll be at the park in a bit.
The road I take there is wettened with green;
And even though it's not that long of a road, I'm walking forever.
Walking alone one winter morning, amidst fog and cloudy skies.
My breath is really white; I'll be at the park in a bit.
Into the dream that girl gave to me, into the middle of it.
A friend walked here too, on this sort of winter morning.
Things are fine the way they are;
Fine if you just keep on walking.
Don't think about trying anything stupid;
There is nothing beyond that point.
A bit more to the park.
A bit more to the park.
I walked with just those words.