Robin Pitt Biography

She hides her life
Behind a smiling face
Yet inside
Something is missing
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One cold winter's night amid a storm
I heard a knock at the door
It was Death asking to warm himself
Beside the fire so I let him in
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The snow, so white and pristine
Is only a cover for what's underneath
While I am not
I've been disgraced and chased
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For so long I ran from her
From Death
I closed my ears to what she sang;
Refused her lessons
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Down a lonesome road one day I met the Earth
She was tired but friendly
So we sat and talke a while
I asked the Earth
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