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Out the door at dark Gone collecting wood for fires Seeing by the stars Snow, a deep, deep blue Makes a path back to my home The weight of winter wind Push against my legs, my arms A brave explorer's face I'll pretend the distance easy A million miles away High above the trees Smoke flies south through river valleys Over where you sleep When the sky let's go Path is covered, all those footsteps Memory takes hold Mouth is moving with your eyes It tells me where to go Somehow through the trees Somehow I make out to follow The shape our eyes create I may be wrong, I could be off The path is dark, I could be lost But I might've found a winter fawn To lead me home From Letras Mania