Winter, 1904

The air was cold and Smokey
You were beautiful in black and white
You put on your plastic smile
To pretend like you enjoyed the night
But you never lost the plot so away You run
Through the kitchen
With a knife and a mission
And it's cold to remember
All those warm and lonesome Winters
You were younger when it Happened
But you grew old inside your heart
It's a shame to hear your story
As it's a story you can not restart
You stood outside the mansion
A silhouette in the snow
The frozen streams can't flow
Until you crumble
And away you blow
Through the winter
Ride the rails until December
You'll die on the back of a train
They'll burn your body with the
Coal
And they'll give you a name of Winter



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Writer(s): Jackson Hamilton
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