.I found a room where I could live
The winter's gloom is bound to give way
I'm trying to be a painter now
I'm trying to rid myself of art somehow
And I'm sleeping through the mornings
Through the silence of the mornings
I'm glad, I'm glad
You asked the man to play our son.
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