Honey, the night is cold
Put on a sweater and call no more
The sky is dark and little sinister
The first week of summer yet it feels like winter
Sweetheart, the night is cold
Saying sorry won't do any more
Yesterday she gave you a letter
Open it, read it, accept the bitter
Darling, its morning
Come and you'll see
Anything you do won't be necessary
She's moved on and left everything she carried
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