It Snowed That Day
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And I pressed my palm against my heart,
I was holding in the ache and the pain;
my soul, stone cold and bleeding ice,
snow fell and melted into tears.
I was holding in the ache and the pain,
the weeping mourners were fading away;
snow fell and melted into tears,
this love will be forever, I whispered.
I was holding in the ache and the pain,
my soul, stone cold and bleeding ice;
the weeping mourners were fading away,
and I pressed my palm against my heart.
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March 19, 2015
Poetry/Verse/It Was Snowing That Day
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