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You counted 74 swans on the canal

You counted 74 swans on the canal

You were glad it was an even number

Everybody had another

No one was facing this cold alone

This cold alone cold alone cold alone

They were gathered between bridges

In the steely sunshine

Bookend by ice on either side

Here comes a pair on final approach

Wings like great white bellows

Gathering inward to land and it looks like grace

Looks like grace looks like grace

You counted 74 swans on the canal

You counted 74 swans on the canal

You were glad it was an even number

Everybody had another

No one was facing this cold alone

I thought you were right there with me

On my left side

Too eager to get where I'm going

I left you behind

But you were on the last watch

The passing of the torch

You counted 74 swans now there's 75