As i feel the snow dripping on my nose,
i hear you words coming up from above,
as i hit back home with just me alone,
I miss the times i had you in my life.
There were times of joy and happiness,
Times of hatred and revulsion,
and as i settle in my dwelling,
it is you i am retelling.
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