Winter Song
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This is my winter song to you. The storm
is coming soon, It rolls in from the sea.
My voice a beacon in the night. My words
will be your light, To carry you to me.
Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love…
They say that things just cannot grow.
Beneath the winter snow, or so I have been told.
They say we're buried far, Just like a
distant star, I simply cannot hold.
Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love
alive?
This is my winter song.
December never felt so wrong,
'Cause you're not where you belong;
Inside my arms.
December never felt so wrong,
'Cause you're not where you belong;
Inside my arms.
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I still believe in summer days. The
seasons always change, and life will find a way.
I'll be your harvester of light, and send
it out tonight, so we can start again.
Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love
alive?