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Lock the door
Turn out the light I love it on these cold dark nights I love to hear the pouring rain crashing on my window pane Stoke the fire One more log A bit more heat for my old dog Kneel a while to feel the heat Then join my babe beneath the sheets Clickety clack clickety clack I hear the last train coming back Locked like two spoons in a draw We listen to the cold rain pour
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