Reaching for a reason A rider in the snow Has not far to go Has not far to go Bomb unite the land I call deep inside Where no barriers hide There's no mistake The time of change Blow my body, blow The four winds in the snow... Meanwhile back in town Behind a paper frown There's no mistake The time of change The stars sigh as they look down His horse is broken now On his knees Gray hair tumbled down His gray hair tumbled down Blow my body, blow The four winds in the snow...
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