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Now the first of December was covered with snow
And so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston
Lord, the Berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frostin
With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go.
Now the first of December was covered with snow
And so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston
Lord, the Berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frostin
With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go.
made of wet boots and rain
and shiny black ravens
on chimney smoke lanes
November seems odd
You're my firing squad
November"
made of wet boots and rain
and shiny black ravens
on chimney smoke lanes
November seems odd
You're my firing squad
November"