Winter's asleep at my window,
cold winds waits at my door.
She asks me up to her place
but I won't be down anymore.
Night rains tap at my window,
winds of my thoughts passing by.
She laughed when I tried to tell her
Hello only ends in Goodbye.
Moonshine pours trough my window,
the nights puts its laughter away.
Clouds that pierce the illusion
that tomorrow would be as yesterday.
Sixto Rodriguez
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