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"Cold"

It's freezing cold in here,
And it's time to face my fears,
When all souls begin to hear,
That the hour will soon be near.

And all I can do,
Is think about you,
And what will I write,
What will I write?

I wonder what you're wondering,
The thought of it makes me feel like crying,
Why should we ever be apart,
Why should we be apart?

MAZHAR
29 JULY 2002



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