The cold as it dawns,
Into the night as it becomes
Are you the memory that it brings?
It's dark, but for the warmth of that winter sun
When you and me, had laughed
When our dreams were together spun.
So where will this season take us now?
Where do you think will it abandon?
For lovers, we weren't ever
And yet, nothing else seems to less offend.
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