oh what i wouldn't do to be held in your arms
like restless wind whistling outside in the drifts of snow
memories plowed through the streets so empty
my mind confronted with tunes of sorrowful solitude
oh what i wouldn't give to lay my head onto a bed
whose springs supported our love so gentle
under nights forsaken path
where neither head nor toe knows which way we will go
the smell of your skin still settled in my sheets from not too long ago
where fermenting words still linger in your absence
for what i wouldn't do to hear you whisper i feel the same way too
and heed the mistakes that never came to pass
for we were a memory i never thought time would outlast
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