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It becomes night
Cut from the window pane over my bed
Out to the winter trails
And where they have led

I've seen a few things going by
And I still wonder why it becomes night
Cut from the riverbank is where you have bled
Out to the logging trails and where they have led
It becomes night   Cut from the window pane over my bed   Out to the winter trails   And where they have led      I've seen a few things going by   And I still wonder why it becomes night   Cut from the riverbank is where you have bled   Out to the logging trails and where they have led