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Look out of the window -Maybe, you’ll recognizeMy leaden steps,Which keep you awake.
It’s a long, long winterI am frozen to the bones;Who is this pretty coatMeant for, ma belle?
So much time has passed -Almost half of my life is gone:I’ve known women and winesBut it has never hurt so badly.
If I could meet you again,What could I say to you?The words would get stuck in the throatAnd you would not believe me.
You are stillThe sunny side of my streetYou are still grand,While others are just dust.