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One Frozen RiverWhen my old friend came crawling up the hill,Broken and bloody, Carrying her hair in clumps in her hands, I let her right on in, Let her right in. When she stood at the kitchen window, Staring out at the countryside, And then she looked my way. I let her right on in, Let her right in. And when she was stronger than she'd been before, I opened the front door. And then i opened the back door. And the sunlight poured in. Yeah |