(R. Martin)
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The wind swept through the valley
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Screaming through the willow up to me
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It's mostly quiet here but not today
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What will become of me?
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Just one touch love and I can see
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Your hand's turned cold and stone-like
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Our love's only one small part of everything
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But love is all we need
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Love is all we need -
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To make the days mean something
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Soft and warm as the the summers here remember?
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Gone like the season does
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Gone like the season does
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Gone Like The Season Does
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| Rebecca Martin |
