I Dream
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The snow is falling down,
the wind blows as I stand to bury my true love;
in tears drown.
Empty inside,
oh, my true love is gone above;
he died.
I cry,
an undreamed of,
why.
The snow is falling down,
oh, my true love is gone above;
why.
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2023
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