Dear, I'll stay gold just to keep these pasts at bay To keep the loneliest of nights from claiming you and to keep these longest of days from waking you For I felt the greatest of winters coming and I saw you as seasons shifting from blue to grey That's where the coldest of these days await me and distance lays her heavy head beside me There I'll
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