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By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

The snow falls
softly hitting the ground.
Like each tear
thatfalls from my eyes onto my pillow.
The coldness from outside cannot
compareto the cold emptiness of my heart.
My eyes are gray and foggy,
like theclouds that brought the snow.
To have you once again,
to make a fire insideme.
To warm my heart, body, soul.
Chase away the cold, icy wintersnow,
and bring with you the warm summer we had.
Or just chase away theclouds,
so I can look upon the stars again
Wishing for you.








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