- 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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Distance sucks.
Thanks for the hug.
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Yeah. Muchly....
And ... yeah, the changer is out to get you.