Winter Love

When you told me I looked nice
I’d probably died screaming inside
Yet when I got home that night 
I thought 
You would’ve never said that if she were in sight
I scrubbed off the red rouge 
That I put on for you
Slightly sullen I would put it
For you and I are not to be
An ark tilted to the side
Crashing toward sea 
Tonight I shall sleep and yearn a little more
Ah winter love, winter love 
By Christmas I will set myself free

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