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The Hounds of WinterI rise from my bed Collect my thoughts together I have to hold my head It seems that she is gone And somehow I am pinned by The Hounds of Winter Howling in the wind My coat around my ears I look for my companion I have to dry my tears It seems that she's gone Leaving me too soon I'm as dark as December I'm as cold as The Man in the Moon As beautiful as day It's easy to remember Remember my love that way All I hear is that lonesome sound The Hounds of Winter They follow me down The way that she could I spend all my days In the search for dry wood Board all the windows And close the front door I can't believe She won't be here anymore As beautiful as day It's easy to remember Remember my love that way All I hear is that lonesome sound The Hounds of Winter They follow me down A season for sorrow Where she's gone I will surely, surely follow She brightened my day She warmed the coldest night The Hounds of Winter They got me in their sights As beautiful as day It's easy to remember Remember my love that way All I hear is that lonesome Lonesome sound The Hounds of Winter They harry me down Sting Other Sting Songs and Lyrics An Englishman In New York, Brand New Day, Every Breath You Take, Seven Days, Fragile, Walking On the Moon, Roxanne, So Lonely, Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic, De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da, If You Love Somebody Set Them Free, Desert Rose, If I Ever Lose My Faith In You, When We Dance, Don't Stand So Close To Me Quotes About Winter there was in me an invincible summer. Albert Camus three winter months. Japanese Proverb Frosty but kindly. William Shakespeare there's so little to do, or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so. Stanley Crawford And through the spring on summer call, And when the abounding hedges ring Declare that winter's best of all: And after that there's nothing good Because the spring time has not come, Nor know that what disturbs our blood Is but its longing for the tomb. W. B. Yeats "Up yours." Robert Byrne it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair. In short, the period was so far like the present period. Charles Dickens On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of Cathedral tunes. Emily Dickinson the sunshine of a winter's day? Thoreau winter from the human face. Victor Hugo Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance. Yoko Ono Season of Glass |
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