Last night |
My song, how sad the words, how sweet the melody |
My song is winter song and all you meant to me |
It sings of long ago when I believed in you |
Of springs we used to know that lingered all year through |
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How strange that it should change into a minor key |
How strange that other lips could cloud your memory |
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And now as winter comes, the night wind hums my lonely theme |
My song to you, to the end of our dream |
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And now as winter comes, the night wind hums my lonely theme |
My song to you, to the end of our dream |