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Winter

Cold cold winter, this is your season
of peace joy and merriment to all.
Stars shine brighter and last longer,
birds fly higher and sing sweetly,
our hearts are still, yet, beating for excitment.

Cold cold winter, this is your time
of tenderness comfort and hope.
The rain drops like the snow,
the sun barely rises,
our hearts are warm,it should be for the moment.

Cold cold winter, look at me
you promised to bring him nearer,
smiling,loving and dedicated than ever.
Nothing tastes sweet, everything tastes sour,
he never came knocking at my door for commitment.

Cold cold winter, I believe in love
to raise me higher, taller and stronger.
Make him believe also in us as I do.
Forever is meant to last till ever comes,
beat the drum of love to our mouvements.

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