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Rain, it falls
Way above the snow-patch to the stream
Wind, it calls
Whistles defamation of trees
And when the near do wells up to call
Who knows how to run? We do.
Still we can not stray too far
From Third Avenue
Trace the path
See how many steps there are to go
Nightly fall, tumble and melt like the snow
And when the near do wells up to call
Who knows how to run? We do.
Still we can not stray too far
From Third Avenue
Don't be late
It seems like most of the time I'm out of view
It's cold, my love
In my room over Third Avenue
And when the near do wells up to call
Who knows how to run? We do.
Still we can not stray too far
From Third Avenue
Still we can not stray too far
From Third Avenue
