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He sighs because winter is here
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and he knows she loves it
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when the earth is silent and
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everything turns white.
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And he dreads this season
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because it reminds him
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of her purity and that she
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refuses to place it in his hands.
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She sighs because
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summer is fading and
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she knows he hates it
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when the earth is evenescent
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and everything turns orange.
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And she prays for
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him to be happy and
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cries when she knows
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all he wants is for her to
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give herself to him.
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Yet there they stand both leaning
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against the old-fashioned street lamp
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as she protects his Marlboro #27
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from the icy wind that cuts through
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their coats like knives.
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They’re so in love and afraid
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for the seasons to change.
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