it's supposed to snow tomorrow,
but it's raining tonight, instead.
rain patters on the pane,
tip tap, asking to get inside,
or to call me out
but I'm shielded in my sheets
toes curled and I'm balled
the night to you i bid,
goodnight, au revoir
it's supposed to snow tomorrow,
and I am laying in my bed,
in my sleep I'll dream of my dream,
a stroll along the strands of sands,
or to take you out.
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