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Sun's Gone Dim

        The sun's gone dim
        And the sky's turned black

It's the middle of winter. Cold outside. The need for another warm body is never so apparent as it is during a cold gray day.

You should be in the kitchen, making soup with her. Reading poetry with her. Laughing, crying, kissing. Looking into her eyes.

        'Cause I loved her
        And she didn't love back