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• Artiste: Watchhouse
• Titre: Patterns
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Well, here it is, the middle of December At the end of a sultry day But the tree still shines in the window And there's a fire in the fireplace And the birds still turn and take wing They fly for warmer climes Ain't it something? All the little patterns That lead us home through our lives? Flag me down in your time of trouble Call me up and share your woes And we'll try to find some understanding Before you go Whose fire rains down upon you? Whose conscience fills the air? Ain't it something? All the little patterns? But love is real, it's everywhere And the birds still turn and take wing They fly for warmer climes Ain't it something? All the little patterns That lead us home through our lives? Aren't they something? All those little patterns That lead us home through our lives?