Memories danceInside the cold night windThey brave the darkTo wake me in the nightWhispering stories ofRough wood against bare handsSnow gently falling in my hairSmoke lingering through your mouth and noseMy eyes are on youA song to say itThe rhythm, my heart and yoursThen in the deep of night,You were gonePiercing now, words, they are memoriesOf love, lostWhere time still existsAnd cold night wind dances on
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