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This is my winter song for you.
The storm is coming soon,
It rolls in from the sea.
My voice; a beacon in the night.
My words will be your light,
To carry you to me.
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
They say that things just cannot grow
Beneath the winter snow,
Or so I have been told.
I still believe in summer days.
The seasons always change
And life will find its way.
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
This is my winter song.
December never felt so wrong,
'Cause you're not where you belong;
Inside my arms.
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Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?