Cold Cold in the darkness Levas falling on the trees The Night is Young Winther is coming Its Cold Its Dark I'm dying I am looking for warm But it isent there Because i lookt every where No light no sun Sad people going on the Street They are dying I am dying I lost my soul For a long time ago Thats way i am dying I am waiting for the Other side to come So i Can rest in pence for crying
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