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year is ending, I'm getting colder, without you here I don't know how to move on the loves, the dances of summer they are so far away I'm missing your face your smile, your voice is ringing in my head my tears, you in my arms it all is gone, and all I have is lazy scrapen knees and I'm a mess when will the morning come when will hope be born when will your song raise me up before the winter makes me lame before the flame becomes a flicker and the flicker a smoke | ||||||||||||||
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