That corner
I saw you shivering in cold
In that narrow corner of the world
Your lips were blue as death
And your voice was like a sad chord
You were the saddest girl on earth and I wasn't the happiest
We met that night for a reason
It was the last day of the season
That's how we started our spring
From the darkest hour of a winter
On your finger I put a golden ring
It's our little tale
That's how in love we fell in love.
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