History
when the snow falls high outside your door
and the wind blows cold from a North sky
let your mind drift to a distant shore
let my love keep you warm
in your place with cup in hand
the aroma strong, your favorite blend
let your mind wander back to a memory
of a time and place in our history
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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