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Do you think I can just pack my bags
And go?
Why not?
Snow’s falling. The streets are alive
The tailors have started their work
The carpet stores have opened 
Behind that department store
In the warmth of the local tea store
Await familiar faces
They ask expectantly
When you will come
If you will come
I have said to them
Yes he will. I know him
He will
I even bought you a record
Here.. look
Dylan - Slow Train Coming
Melody said you were
Looking for it
At the stores
Lining the water’s edge 
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