If the world should end in ice
In days of endless night
I'll let the snowstorms cover me
In a blanket of white
And remember red, red robins
Hopping across the yard
Hunting singing crickets
As the first evening stars
Opened up their eyes
And dropped their golden tears
On every windowsill
And always will, and always will
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