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Mar 2010
The rain falls slow the air is cloudy
You don't have a care in the world.
The lights are dim the fire's burning
We're perfect alone in this room.
The snow is deep the wind is nippy
You ***** and you cry and you mope.
Your toes are cold your tears are frozen
I just want you to go home.
It's steamy and sweaty and sticky
But we don't seem to mind.
Get me a little more alcohol
And I think we'll be just fine.
The air is crisp the colours are rich
We're holding hands in the park.
I guess we've had some ups and downs
But I love you with all of my heart.
Written by
Sarah Armstrong
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