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Sep 2020
when the winter comes and the nights grow cold
when you were there with me its you i used to hold
sitting by the fire we held each other tight
very much in love by the firelight.

looking out the window at the snow so white
moon up in the sky lighting up the night
all these things i miss that we used to share
i sit here each night wishing you were there

your always on my mind inΒ Β memory
all the winter nights.Β Β that you spent with me
how we sat together by the firelight
very much in love on a winters night

looking out the window at the snow so white
moon up in the sky lighting up the night
all these things i miss that we used to share
i sit here each night wishing you were there
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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