The winter sky is gray today.
The sun will not come out.
The weather’s turning cold, I’m told,
And snow may blow about.
The moon will not be bright tonight.
No sunset will we see.
No stars to shine above, my love,
But what is that to me?
If you but hold my hand and stand
With me, the love we’ve known
Will bring us sun and moon, and soon,
A summer of our own.
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