The winter chill begins to clear,
A distant bell I softly hear.
Though autumn leaves have fallen low,
We leave our footsteps in the snow.
No matter how the cold winds blow,
You’re still the brightest light I know.
The winter chill begins to clear,
A distant bell I softly hear.
Though autumn leaves have fallen low,
We leave our footsteps in the snow.
No matter how the cold winds blow,
You’re still the brightest light I know.
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