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Blizzard
There's a blizzard drifting
Through the city
I'm holding onto a tree
Underneath the streetlight
Where I first saw you
And I know it's coincidental
That I'm stopped here
But I hope to catch even a slight
Glimpse of you
Standing on the other corner
Of the street
I wonder to myself, subtly
If I would ever have the chance
To meet
And look deep into your emerald eyes
But it wasn't meant to be
That was years before
Now I'm on my own
Holding a tree, underneath
The streetlight
Where I first saw you
In the midst of a blizzard
Drifting through the city
Hiding you away
Through the city
I'm holding onto a tree
Underneath the streetlight
Where I first saw you
And I know it's coincidental
That I'm stopped here
But I hope to catch even a slight
Glimpse of you
Standing on the other corner
Of the street
I wonder to myself, subtly
If I would ever have the chance
To meet
And look deep into your emerald eyes
But it wasn't meant to be
That was years before
Now I'm on my own
Holding a tree, underneath
The streetlight
Where I first saw you
In the midst of a blizzard
Drifting through the city
Hiding you away
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