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Verse 1 – It was a quiet December   in this bare and blighted land. We walked upon the ridge line lock step and hand in hand. Above the snow-dusted spires the local boys were full of fight. First time this wayward Yankee saw a cold Virginia night. Chorus – Oh, Marye– We’ll watch the fireworks from the Heights tonight. Oh, Marye– We’ll sleep on the tundra ‘til the morning light. Oh, Marye– I’ll lay with a smile frozen on my face. Oh, Marye– I’ll be waiting for your warm embrace. Verse 2 – From the cut stone horizon cam the orange burst of dawn. We tore