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"The Fog Rolled In"
Its cold tonight and your not here
The fog came in, the sun disappeared
The woods are quiet the trees are still
Guess ill go inside, the time to kill
The day is done, my chores complete
I know I should find something to eat
But nothing tempts me hot or cold
Its not food I need, it you to hold
The miles are many from there to here
To where you are, so far yet near
I hear your voice in this silent room
Though I’m alone the quiet booms
My memories and I have a life all our own
We brave the cold, the dark, the dawn
My eyes are closed yet still they see
The days are empty without thee
Tonight just sleep by the fire will have to do
Till morning comes and I hear from you.
posted on 2004/03/25 - 04:10
