Contextual Analysis of "the wind blew cold" in Lyrics

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and the wind was cold
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the moon was a pearl the sun a yellow gold. but when i was a man

the wind blew cold

and i met a good buddy instead
a vast field of tombstones and cenotaphs all moisture-stained
than to float my chances on the tide back in the good old world. on october's last i'll fly back home rolling down winding way. scare crows are all dressed in rags out at the edge of the field i lay

the wind blew cold

Singer: williams iii, hank

and the wind was cold

the wind blew cold. i walked around the corner to have a cup or coffee

and i met a good buddy instead

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and the wind was cold

the wind blew cold. i walked around the corner to have a cup or coffee

and i met a good buddy instead

the wind blew cold

williams iii, hank

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nocturnal funeral

Singer: tiamat

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in the fields of death at an hour of destruction the wind blew cold

a vast field of tombstones and cenotaphs all moisture-stained

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in the fields of death at an hour of destruction the wind blew cold

a vast field of tombstones and cenotaphs all moisture-stained

nocturnal funeral

tiamat

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the moon was a pearl the sun a yellow gold. but when i was a man

the wind blew cold the hills were upside down. but now that i have gone from here there's no place i'd rather be

than to float my chances on the tide back in the good old world. on october's last i'll fly back home rolling down winding way. scare crows are all dressed in rags out at the edge of the field i lay

crssk.

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the moon was a pearl the sun a yellow gold. but when i was a man

the wind blew cold the hills were upside down. but now that i have gone from here there's no place i'd rather be

than to float my chances on the tide back in the good old world. on october's last i'll fly back home rolling down winding way. scare crows are all dressed in rags out at the edge of the field i lay

back in the good old world (gypsy)

waits, tom

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