We drove to the top of the hill
We gazed on the deer gathered there
I felt a moment was passing
Roll up the window, come on it's time to go
My time in Purgatory was coming to an end
The snow began to fall
I could feel the chill in the air
My time in Heaven was drawing to a close
Soon all of this would be gone
Moved on, changed, grown, ended
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