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The cold breeze of endless snow in Kerling
Blew the humid clouds softly
As they float upon my head.

I heard whispers, I heard stories, I heard your face
The presence of one angelic sunshine from the west
I felt it, I felt it in my chest

One week, one empty week
After you left
The dusty town for the icy forest

Lonewolf, midwest sunshine
Did they ever tell your heart
How to act?