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My breath against your window pane
I can feel the cold just the same
Tracing words through the fog like a finger through the paint
Your crooked smile, my rosy cheeks
I remember the days, I remember the weeks
And that song you used to sing, and the happiness that it would bring

And these faded pictures I still have hanging on my wall
Like it was yesterday, I still hear the rain, that pounded on my roof
But we said someday this ol' storm will stop
Cos the sun ain't shining bright enough
Like it did back then just like when
You still told me you loved me