If this were the last snowfall
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No more halos on evergreen
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If this were the last glimpse of winter
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What would these eyes see?
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If this were the last slow curling
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Of your fingers in my palm
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If this were the last I felt you breathing
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How would I carry on?
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This is not the last snowfall
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Not our last embrace
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But if I were that kind of grateful
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What would I try to say?
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The Last Snowfall
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| Vienna Teng |
