ALONE

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When there's no one to talk,
No one to hold,
When the fantasy unfolds,
Reminiscing our past,
When we grew old with our beautiful souls,
Made memories in the nightly cold,
Binding our self together Like a paper folds,
When we used to leave all our difficulties aside,
All our lies behind,
And hold each otheds hand to feel warm.
Deep down into one blanket with beautiful songs.
When you were with me even when no one was close,
We both used to love what was never told,
With our bodies held close.

Its that time of the year again,
The nights are cold, the doors are closed,
Come back home, come back home.

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