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When the wind rustles through the trees,
And the snow crested waves
lap the golden shore,
When warm summer raindrops
gently caress your face,
you will feel my tears.
When winter's glassy fingers
tighten their ice cold grip,
and her freezing breath
whispers in your ear,
you will feel the heartache,
share the relentless dream,
and know that I still care.
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