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Somewhere between the end of the warm, windy summer

And the dark, brisk of the descending winter,

You grew up and I grew young.

Those warm summer winds dwindled as the days went by,

And as weak as they may have been,

They unknowingly lifted you up, up, up,

Up out of my arms.

Away, and away,

You are there and I am here.

The cold nights get colder,

These winter nights get longer.

Oh, how my heart does yearn

For something that beats so strongly between us,

Yet so strongly ignored.

The closer you get to me,

The farther apart we grow.