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Under the winter's [fist] --all-verses--
Out where the tree line [starts] --all-verses--
[No] I'm not an activist
I just [regain my legs and shore] my love, Out in the [hallowed woods.]
Down [towards] the creek
Under the winter's [fist] --all-verses--
Out where the tree line [starts] --all-verses--
[No] I'm not an activist
I just [regain my legs and shore] my love, Out in the [hallowed woods.]
Down [towards] the creek