thru' the winter freeze,
it's like a breath of sun
when the night has just begun,
it's like the awful fusswhen you find you've missed the bus,
it's harmony,
it's love.
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| It's like a summer breeze thru' the winter freeze, it's like a breath of sun when the night has just begun, it's like the awful fusswhen you find you've missed the bus, it's harmony, it's love. |
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