I fell asleep to the sound of the snow
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Brushing against my window,
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With thoughts of you, my Dear.
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And how you were so gentle with my heart.
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Just as you always are.
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When I see your face then I know
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That you're the one that I will always know.
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Roses hang like paintings of you.
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Oh, How beautiful you are.
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And how you were so gentle with my heart.
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Just as you always are.
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When I see your face then I know
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That you're the one that I will always know.
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December days,
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With my heart like the weather,
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Cold and unpredictable
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To me.
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Unpredictable to you
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The best of me,
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The best of you
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Is noticed when it's too far away from our hands.
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And from our hearts.
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Seven Mile December
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Sleeping At Last |