Thie wind roars
the rain falls hard
and all I think of is you
The fire is warm
the music is soothing
and all I think of is you
The days go by
the weeks turn to months
and all I think of is you
The candle burns
the scent fills the room
and all I think of is you.
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That is very pretty! I like it!
-Trexor
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