And like the moon upon the water
    Gives diamonds to the sea
    I pray that when the snow is gone
    You'll return to me

    Through this bitter, bitter cold
    I thought I'd always have you to hold me
    Hold me through the storm
    And keep me warm
    Through this bitter, bitter cold . . .


--Tara MacLean, "In The Wings"

It followed that with Bryan Adams's "Heaven", and see what it's doing to me now.
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