27 Sep 2011, 11:40pm
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kga
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Love, oh I hate to see you go 
In the winter of our reason 
Our hearts are drifting 
Snow, pure as the flakes that hit the ground 
Softly falling from the heavens 
And the name on my lips is this song 

 
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