A Tingling Sound, a Mist of Snow
I know you from before
Not in this life, in the days of yore
I can see you in your eyes
The chance we touched freezes my mind
I watch you walk away
I can't follow you this day
But as you turn you look at me
The memory feeds into your sanity
As you remember something from long ago
A tingling sound, a mist of snow
A sensual feeling that only we know
Even though we didn't talk, you'll never get me out of your thoughts
You'll think of me and remember then, a time together when we were more than friends.
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