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he tries so hard to remember
he beats the fog in the old folk's home
saving a moth
begging to leave the lights on
in the bathroom, he's falling in love

praying long, being split by the river
the train tracks in dreams about sleeping
the tall pines, the deep snow, and the big big cold-
cold enough to kill john henry.

with a note in his shoe to correct his age
john harvie would not die a liar
and the west keeps on turning
but those are the jokes they made in 1939

so forgive me, that courage only taught me
how to smoke and drive in the winter
forgive my grandfather for crying
cause he'll never speak to god

trust me in the snow, trust me in the snow

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from Snow is a Gift to My Fear EP, released July 1, 2016

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Nat Harvie

nat harvie- vocals/guitar
becca deboer-
bass guitar
sam williams- drums

The solo project of songwriter and producer Nat Harvie. They also play for the band, vivielle. Nat is a founding member of zenith city music collective.
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