In the winter all the trees remind me
of her with the lonely look of dead
leaves in the snow
I'm still waiting for an answer But
it doesn't come
When I'm trying to forget her She
is back But it is not for real She
only comes in my dreams
Where did she go It was my fault I'm
feeling alone
And I walked along the way I (was)
used to walk with her And I cried and
thought How cruel the world may be
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