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Frozen streams and vapours gray, cold and waste the landscape lay... Then a hale of wind Hither - whirling, Thither - swirling, Spinn the fog and spinn the mist... Still we walked on through woods and wintry gray, home through woods where winter lay - cold and dark... (Waiting for a change in the weather Waiting for a shift in the air Could we get there together, ever? Waiting for our late, late return) Through the woods, home through the woods where winter lay... From Letras Mania