Waking from this winter scene,
Snowflakes falling in between,
Sweeping over the ground we stand,
As we kiss holding each other's hand.
Staring eye to eye, everything seems clear,
Never wanting you to disappear;
The coldness wakes my aching heart,
I know this life is hard, it tears me apart.
Don't think for a moment, just hear me sing,
In time this cold, dark winter will turn to spring.
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The Girl With The Gift
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