Cold and fog have arrived
The cold in my heart is heated
Dark days are coming early
my head is brightening up.
Pride is a doomed quality
Being conceited, bad for the conscience
The cold doesn’t attract me to you
The missing of something that’s good does.
To laugh is a gift
To cry a relieve
Darkness doesn’t scare me away
You enlighten my way
Days pass by
And late becomes early again
Dark days stay away
The missing towards you always remains
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