Snuggling with her in her apartmen
In the rain of December
Funny the things we remember
She was not the best listener but she was the best singer
I wish the rings, stayed on her finger
Wish i seen more clearly
Now some other woman will get the best of me, made by her, and will not have the worst of me destroyed by her, that is awaken, awakned me out of my denial by her
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