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Cabin

A cabin's located on the front hill.
A fire burns inside.
Blankets lay across the floor,
Under which we hide.

The world sings a different song,
Than the night before.
Symphonies being created,
Right outside the door.

Winter air leaks through the walls,
Nipping at our skin.
Tangled in each other's arms,
We close our eyes and listen.
Written by Dreepson
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