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Kin, take us to your western skies.
âCause no matter how hard we try,
we never leave.
Kin, while youâre sleeping across the sea,
we beg of thee donât forget these
words to help you breath.
And the snow,
though it falls,
it never falls hard enough.
It masks the smooth,
exposes the rough.
Kin, people come and people go,
but we never make our feelings known.
So here we are.
And the snow,
though it falls,
it never falls hard enough.
It masks the smooth,
exposes the rough.
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So Kin, always keep these words with you.
Let them guide everything you do,
now that weâre long gone.