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This winter is colder than ever before, they said,
and made love through that night.
How could I sense a feeling so precious and pure,
when there's nothing but snowstorms in sight?
I remember you said we can never belong,
for my angel to guide had been torn.
I don't quite understand what a kiss could do right,
if believing we won't be reborn.
I want to be that blanket of autumn,
lying as an altar at your feet.
I want to be that last fragile breath before you say;
"We're the ones they can never defeat."
But no one can see how I struggle in vain,
giving blood to make your wounded heart complete.
Annons
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