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  • Winter Cold

    My baby's cold and I don't know why

    Tears greet me in the morning

    I turn my thoughts to the auburn sky

    Paying no heed to the storms warning

     

    Hard to sit on a day like this

    My baby's brown cheeks gleaming

    Raven hair in a tangled mess

    Still she's the one I'm needing

     

    Her cold front chills me to the bone

    A winter of a lover

    In her forest deep but not alone

    She'll thaw me out come summer

     

    When April's warmth changes the scenery

    My baby's mood will blossom

    Like daffodil's in early spring

    As birds serenade their loved ones

     

    Till that cold chill wind blows back around

    My baby's mood remembered

    Black raven hair with a chocolate frown

    As we bundle up for winter

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