The snowfall's increasing with swirling clouds on the gusts. This is about the time of the bluebird miracle last year, isn't it? You came to me then, and we stayed together, snowed in comfortably. I've been waiting for your call today, it hasn't come, and now the snow is coming heavier. You won't be coming here. You've got other things to think about now. I couldn't sleep thinking about it last night, like some sticky cancer. Not everything has to be sad though, right?
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