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It’s minus ten degrees, a heavy breeze to the west
A quiet melancholy beats inside her chest
Like a hummingbird
Seeks the flower to feed the urge
Staring out the window
She can read his face
Breaking his back, not a minute to waste
At the close of the day
Let us while away the night
There’s nothing more that I can say
That can change our way
I’ll keep the fire strong and burning bright
Branches freeze above his head
A fire to relieve their winter’s nest
Like a flock of birds
Seeks a warmer place on earth
Stares into their window
He can read her face
Yearning for the sky and the season’s change
At the close of the day
Let us while away the night
There’s nothing more that I can say
That can change our way
I’ll keep the fire strong and burning bright
Let’s disappear until there’s signs of life
It’s coming around
It’s coming around
It’s coming around
It’s coming around
