I may miss you now in the winter
When the cold bites at my feet and chills my heart
With every passing wind
I think how nice it would be to be held
Entangled in front of a cackling fire
With Stevie wonder love songs playing in the background
The sting of loneliness is inside every crack in the wood
but I know when the sun comes back
And I shed my skin the flowers will bloom
The birds will sing of a new creature
Life will be too beautiful to waste pining for you
I will be in the grass free of loves burdens
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