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November Night Walk
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Kiss of Honey The November day is frigid
Call me home, honey
Drag me back from the wanderings
Wrap us in a comforter
Embrace us in a snuggle
These nights are colder
To where it bites exposed skin
Instead of walking home
I would like to be inside home
With you, drinking hot coco or tea
It is frigid out here on the road
Please call me home, honey
Draw me into the warmth of loving arms
I love to call home
