you've come into the city from the night
the air is cold you do not know the place
and all around is snow that's purest white
worried that you'd miss the second flight
with muscles tense your thoughts race
you've come into the city from the night
the day before was wedded to delight
but now anxiety sits on your face
and all around is snow that's purest white
uncertainty now that's the truest plight
the card in hand's a joker not an ace
you've come into the city from the night
there you sit and this is what you write
action must be adapted for each case
and all around is snow that's purest white
far in the distance there's a newer light
warming the heart with sympathy and grace
you've come into the city from the night
and all around is snow that's purest white
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