By An Open Window
We Sit Hand And Hand
Our Wrinkles Match Up
Just Like Our Wedding Bands
Longed And We Have Lived
Nowhere Left To Roam
Together In This
Our Last And Only Home
These Words We Have Spoke
A Thousand Times Before
Yet Each Time Their Said
I Love A Little More
Sleep Is Coming Soon
With Such Wintered Harms
I'll Leave Here Happy
Still In Each Others Arms
CK
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