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It snows a day, a night, a week. I walk, I wade, go down waist deep. this grove, these trees burn with frost and I hear a voice I thought I'd lost. I believe it but I need to know. yeah I believe it but you need to show me. if you mean it I'll never go (tell me if what I'm seeing isn't you) each step, your breath against my ear. you're face to face then disappear. you're there, your hair is in my eyes. I trip, I fall but you catch my stride. and I believe it but I need to know. yeah I believe it. you need to show me what I'm seeing will never go (tell me if what I'm seeing isn't you) I still believe we belong to the night |
