Baby the ashes are cold
But you still
Want to start a fire
Baby the flames
They have long ago died
No more passion
No more desire
Baby the wind it is
Blowing and not the breeze
Baby it's just like winter
When the heart
It starts to freeze
Baby that was
A long time ago
Now the weather has changed
And the winds
They just want to blow
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