"Addison's Walk"
Copeland
I've never been so lonely
In this deserted trail
Even though you hold my hand
Your hand is so cold and frail
Gentle breath and tenderness
Come words that you once told me
Somehow those words that you say
They make me much less lonely
crashes the cold of the night and roses all wither away
The night and the flower cannot overpower
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