Whistles in the wind, the night that's dark and cold
We cuddle by the fire, we talk , laugh, and play
Th rain now starts to fall, harder than before
Lighting strikes a tree right outside my door
He pulled me closer, "it will all be over soon"
He tells me once again, "It will all be over soon"
Now the thunders screaming, louder than before
It never took so long before, night turning to day
To keep our minds off the rain, a game we continued to play
Sitting by the fire, We covered up, but yet we're still freezing cold
As our lights blow out and fire dies down, there was a knock at the door
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